𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 | True Beauty

A Shy Beginning

The next morning dawned with the sun's gentle rays painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. Y/N's encounter with Han Seojun was etched in her mind, and she couldn't shake off the curiosity that had been kindled within her. She found herself nervously adjusting the strap of her backpack as she walked through the school corridors, her heart fluttering in her chest.

As Y/N entered her classroom, she noticed that Seojun was already there, engrossed in a conversation with a group of his friends. She hesitated at the doorway, her gaze briefly meeting his before she looked away, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. A small sigh escaped her lips, and she mentally scolded herself for getting so worked up.

The day passed in a blur of lectures and assignments, with Y/N's mind often drifting back to the encounter from yesterday. She couldn't help but wonder what Seojun was really like beneath his aloof exterior. Was there a reason for his behavior? She decided that she needed to find out more about him.

During lunch break, Y/N found herself sitting alone in the school courtyard, her sketchbook open in front of her. Her pencil moved across the paper, capturing the intricate details of a delicate flower she had found on her way to school. Lost in her art, she didn't notice when someone approached until a voice broke through her concentration.

"Is that what you're always doing?" The voice was unmistakable. Y/N looked up to find Seojun standing a few feet away, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.Her heart skipped a beat, but she managed to give him a small smile. "Yeah, I enjoy sketching. It helps me relax."Seojun's lips curved into a half-smile as he glanced at her sketch. "You're pretty good."The compliment caught her off guard, and she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Thank you."There was a moment of silence between them, during which Y/N's heart raced with anticipation. She realized that this was her chance to learn more about him. Gathering her courage, she decided to ask, "So, what about you? What do you enjoy doing?"

Seojun's expression shifted slightly, and Y/N detected a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Me? Well, I guess I'm into music. I play the guitar sometimes."Y/N was genuinely intrigued. "That's really cool. Do you write your own songs?"He nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "Yeah, it's a way to express myself, I guess."The conversation flowed more easily than Y/N had expected. She discovered that Seojun had a passion for music and a love for classic rock bands. He even shared a few recommendations, and they talked about their favorite songs for a while. It was a side of him she hadn't seen before, and she found herself drawn to his genuine enthusiasm.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch break, Y/N felt a twinge of disappointment. She had enjoyed talking to Seojun and learning about his interests. She closed her sketchbook with a contented smile, ready to face the rest of the day.Days turned into weeks, and Y/N and Seojun's interactions became a regular part of her routine. They exchanged smiles in the hallway, had brief conversations during breaks, and even shared a few laughs. Y/N noticed that Seojun's initial aloofness seemed to be melting away, revealing a more approachable and friendly side of him.

One afternoon, as Y/N was leaving the school library, she heard someone calling her name. Turning around, she saw Seojun jogging to catch up with her."Hey," he said, slightly out of breath. "I wanted to ask if you're free this weekend. There's a music festival happening in the park, and I thought maybe you'd want to check it out with me."Y/N's heart raced at the invitation. She hadn't expected Seojun to ask her to hang out, especially not at a music festival. "I'd love to," she replied, trying to keep her excitement in check.Seojun flashed her a genuine smile, and for the first time, Y/N saw a softness in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat. 

As they walked down the hallway together, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at how much things had changed since their frosty encounter. What had started as a shy beginning was turning into something she couldn't quite put into words – a connection that went beyond the surface, a bond that was slowly but surely blossoming into something beautiful.