Yoongi ran up the flight of stairs, getting slightly confused along the way. He burst open a door, only to see two students practically each other's faces off, tongues messily clashing. Yoongi shuddered and quickly closed the door. He didn't need to be seeing this right now. He carried on running, huffing, but not giving up.

"I can't believe I'm actually running for this." 

Finally, he reached the door to the rooftop.

He quietly opened the door, only to see the same girl in the morning. He went to the side, hoping she wouldn't see him. She'd think he was a , which honestly, he would think that if he was a girl and there was guy staring at him quietly. 

Hana was sketching, rubbing out whatever she had drawn because it looked too ugly, then starting again. That was pretty much the cycle. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and she was chewing her lip slowly.

Yoongi actually found it pretty... well, cute, until she growled, " this," and threw the scrunched up paper away. She had a glare on her face, as she watched it fall down slowly onto the cars parked outside.

Yoongi was half surprised and half amused, he really wasn't expecting that. He watched her ruffle her hair, before mumbling about skipping art class later. Yoongi's thoughts wondered over to the scene four days ago, when he was in the art class. Maybe he should approach her.

"Shouldn't have done that." He clicked his tongue, making Hana look up.

"Okay?" There was a disinterested gaze on her face, as she gave him the sideways eye look she always mastered.

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