wendy and yoongi had been hanging out more frequently.
banana milk was their thing now, and it would never be missing from their hands at each lunch break while they were chilling at the pavilion.
the two of them had been talking a lot and opening up to one another, but of course - wendy still had her own secrets to take with her to her grave. or, she had already taken them with her anyway.
she was always more of a listener and she let yoongi do more of the talking - she found the way he gushed about the music he liked so endearing, and the way he complained about the teacher in his previous class just simply adorable.
yoongi probably did not know as much about her as he should - considering how much he's told her about himself, but he understood that she was quieter and would need more time to fully be comfortable around others.
i mean, what else would explain how no one knew anything about her anyway, right? the fact that he knew something about her already made him very, very different.
