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The board infront of the college excited up me a lot.
"_____ Fine Arts University"
Oh hell nah! This was me? The one who hated drawing, had a rough voice, had shaky hands, is choosing fine arts? Forget about threatre, I hate dramas, they make me go nuts.
The fresh air of the campus consisted 90% of painting water colour smell, the other 10% was of my own perfume.
"Excuse me, where is the dean's room?" I asked a girl.
"Please follow me" I started following her through the hallway.
"This one" she smiled at me.
"Thanks a lot" I smiled at her.
"May I come in?" I said, confident enough to scare the dean himself with my voice.
"Yes please"
"Good morning Sir!" I said him. A 59 year old grandpa sat in the chair.
"Oh you! Welcome child! We had a call last night, right?"
"Yes sir, its me, Arya"
"Your name is cute, child, anyways, as we spoke before, you are going to study in room no. 16, at the 3rd floor, best of luck, okay? Have a nice day!"
"Thank you sir, same to you" I smiled and went out.
Going out, I saw the girl who helped me standing at the door.
"Where is your room?" she asked, concerned
"Umm, room no. 16, 3rd floor"
"Oh nice, we are in the same class! By the way, myself Vasundhara Ramakrishnan"
"Eh? What? You are a Tamilian?" I nearly jumped
"Yes, my name is Vasun-"
"I'll call you Vassie"
"Sounds like vaseline"
I laughed. "Myself Arya, nice to meet you, friends?" I extended my hand.
"SURE! People hate being my friend because I'm dark and south indian"
"Lets see which bitch says you dark" I smiled. "Lets go"
She took me to our room.
"Hello everyo-" I got cut.
"Catch that disk"
"It will break the glass"
"There's a girl!"
"Watch out jungkook!"
And then it hit me.
"Shit, no No no nono!" a boy cursed, running near me.
"Ouch" I caressed my forehead.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it, sorry" he tried helping me, but accidentally pressed the area.
"AAA" I screamed.
"I'm extremely sorry, please forgive me" he tried leaning to the desk, but it fell on his leg.
"Ow" he held his leg
"Don't worry, this is normal, you'll get to the black cat-" vassie said
"Ba-Black Cat?!?" I lifted my eyebrow, whispering back to her.
"Yes, he is cursed, meet the black cat of the class, Jeon Jungkook"
"Whatever-"
"Hi" jungkook greeted me. A cheeky smile, proving that he is ashamed of what happened.
"Hi" I smiled back
"I, umm, myself-"
"Black cat, woops, jungkook" I said, winking
"Hehe" he looked other ways.
"Can we talk at lunch time?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, sure"
"And...umm, friends?" he said.
"Yes, why not?" I shook hands with him
And we sat at our places.
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Sure enough, the day was well spent, with vassie, and kookie. Yes! I nicknamed jungkook as kookie, cute, right?
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BINABASA MO ANG
Besties || Jungkook ff
FanfictionHim as your best friend is just being on cloud 9 He is flirty, strong, frank. He is the shoulder that you'll need on tougher times to cry. He is the friend which all would want. But will this friendship last just as friendship?
