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Junhee ♡ just better

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jun | SEVENTEEN Happy Burstday ‘NEW MYSELF’ Jacket Behind

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jun | SEVENTEEN “THUNDER” M/V behind

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YUTA NCT U 'The Bat' @ 2023 NCT CONCERT - NCT NATION To The World

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S.COUPS IN [GOING SEVENTEEN] COMEBACK SPECIAL 'SEVENTEEN TV' TEASER

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coquette 🩵🩷🌸🪷🌺🌿🌱🌷🍃🥰 but still cool. 😎😎😎😎😎😎

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wooyoung with glasses for @myork

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*barely contained lust* whatever

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credit: NEPTUNE

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Chapter 2

Masterlist

Y/N POV

The studio was bustling with fellow artists all rushing to get their canvases made and prepped ready for the first submission of the year. This is one topic I love, pure experimentation, the freedom to do whatever I want, no specific topic, no particular style, just whatever I want whatever way I want.

Today was the day we needed to hand make and prep our canvases, size and shape left to how we want it to be, but I had one issue...I made the largest frame in the studio and I now needed to get the canvas stretched and stappled to it, but I couldn't do it on my own. Everywhere I looked were stressed students too busy worrying about their own work to help with mine, but there's one person I didn't see...Nari.

"Where is she?" I mutter to myself a little frustrated, not wanting to fall behind. I prop my frame up against the wall of my station and head out to look for her.

I head to the cafe as my first stop, knowing her she went to get another caffeine fix. I don't blame her, I could do with one too but time was getting away from me now. Sure enough my instincts were right, there she was, coffee in and hand talking to some guy. I stop in my tracks for a second, confused at the sight, she didn't mention having a boyfriend and the only guys I've ever seen her talk to here are the ones in our friend group and in the studio, this guy was someone new. I have to question her about it when we get back.

“Nari come on, we need to get the canvases made and prepped!” I call to her, waving my arm to further gain her attention.

"Sorry, I needed my coffee and got distracted." She says lightly jogging over to me and taking great care not to spill any of her precious coffee. As soon as she’s within arms reach i give her a knowing nudge.

“What was that for?”

“I think there’s something you need to tell me, now come on the canvas won’t prepare itself.”

I make the short trip back to the studio quick, dragging Nari along behind me, too impatient to hear about this new guy she was with to wait a second longer.

“Okay, spill.” I say practically throwing her to my station and quickly grabbing what i need, all while she stood there giving mea puzzled look.

“Spill what?”

“Spill the tea, the tea being the guy you were with.”

“Oh, I don’t even know him, i think he started today, he’s with photography, all i did was give him directions.”

I deflate a little feeling disappointed by the lack of tea. He’s not a new friend or some guy she’s been seeing in secret, he’s just a new guy…damn it.

“What’s up?” She asks noticing my now diminished excitement.

“I thought he was some secret man you were seeing.”

“Really? You’re crazy, and if i was secretly seeing someone I wouldn’t be dumb enough to make it so public in the cafe, I’d be somewhere quiet like that staircase over in the engineering department that no one uses.” Her eyes widen just as she finishes.

“So there is something you’re not telling me!”

“Just shut up and stretch the canvas will you, like you said ‘it’s not going to prep itself’”

With the canvas now prepped and ready to be worked on i feel happy leaving it at that for the day, now the only thing i want to do is relax. Coffee in hand for that little boost iso desperately need i make my way downstairs ready to get my ass out of here.

“Is my girl all worn out?” A familiar and comforting voice hums in my ear. A voice I’ll never get tired of hearing, San’s.

“Very worn out, do you know how tiring it is to build a huge canvas from scratch?”

“Oh yes, i bet very tiring.” He gives a nod of false sympathy while trying not to crack a smile.

“Okay, Mr ‘I sing and dance on stage all the time’ i get it, your major is more physically tiring.”

“I didn’t say that, i was agreeing with you.”

“Yes but very sarcastically might I add.” His low chuckle gave me a little boost of serotonin, much better than anything this cheap and nasty coffee could offer.

“You’re so lucky i love you.” I smile nudging him.

“Luckiest guy to ever live.” He throws an arm over my shoulder before pecking the top of my head.

“So where are you heading off to now?”

“Either my bed or the couch, whichever I…”

My trail of thought stops as soon as i glance through the library window. A guy sat with his back to the glass, the same black leather jacket that guy was wearing, the one i saw Nari talking to. So that’s him, I couldn’t see his face but just his overall aesthetic looked right up nari’s street. I guess it wont hurt to attempt a little match making in the future.

“What’s up?” San snaps me out of my trance and back to reality.

“Oh sorry, whichever one i…” I stop again but this time it’s for good. I catch the guy tuck his hair behind his ears, first with both hands then with the right.

Seeing the action felt like an old habit. A small memory flashes in my head. Sitting on the floor playing video games in a bedroom full of posters. After winning yet another round my head turns to see a lightly frustrated friend pushing his hair out of his eyes… first with both hands then with the right. I giggle at the little habit, harmless but such a characteristic of the boy sat next to me.

“No…” I whisper, barely audible. “It’s not.”

“Y/n, babe, are you okay, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” San asks concerned, stepping in front of me holding my face in his hands to get a better look at how the colour had drained from my face.

“Yeah…I’m…I’m fine. I think I’m just coming down with something.” I lie. I never liked lying to San but it happened on instinct. How could i say I’ve just seen someone I haven’t seen for years, someone who was my ride or die, and yet it might not even be him. It can’t be him, mom would have said something, our families were best friends so if anyone would know it would be her.

I take a deep breath, calming myself down. “It’s not him” i tell myself, repeating it a few times to make it real. Loads of people tick their hair behind their ears, it wasn’t a habit that only he had, it was just a freak coincidence.

“Yeah you’re not looking too well, and your breathing has gone shaky…come on let’s get you back to the dorms, I’ll make you food, how does that sound?” San’s voice was soft and like a warm blanket, always soothing and comforting and he always knew just what to do. I nod in reply and give a weak smile as he lead me back to my dorm.

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Chapter 1

Masterlist

Wooyoung POV

Well this is it, another new beginning. A new place, a new university, new people, new friendships. Sometimes i think I’ve gone fully insane, moving away to Seoul to join their top university purely because i felt their dark rooms were far superior to those of my last university, or at least that’s what i tell myself. The truth is back home is still full of too many memories that cause pain.

Home was never the same after y/n left and there wasn’t a single place i could go without a memory coming back to me, but i need to move on, it’s been long enough and I’ve come to terms with the fact she’s gone, I needed to get away. This is a new era for me, a fresh start and y/n will be at the back of my mind soon to be a very faint distant memory.

I turn the welcome book over in my hands, taking just another moment to mentally slap myself back to normal before heading towards the elevator.

“Was it floor 3 or 4? Fuck it, I’ll work it out.”

The elevator doors open to the 3rd floor, but there’s nothing screaming out to me that I’m in the right place, all the walls are bare white, no artwork on the walls indicating which department this is. I wander down the corridor looking through windows to copy and pastes of the same lecture rooms and work studios.

“Hey can i help you, you’re looking a little lost?” A feminine voice calls out to me. I turn and my eyes come to meet a girl, hair tied up but still in a mess an brown overalls covered in various paint colours covers her body.

Shit…wrong floor.

“Thank you, I’m looking for the photography department and by the looks of it, I’m in the wrong place.”

“Yes, this is fine art, photography is right above us, do you need help finding Mr Kim?”

“No, thanks, I’ll be okay once I’m in the right place. I’m Wooyoung.” I hold out my hand for her to shake, formal i know but i didn’t know what else to do.

“Umm…” She holds up her paint covered hands giggling. “I better not, fresh paint. I’m Nari. Good luck on your first day, you’ll love it here.”

And just like that she disappeared down the corridor back to where she came from i suppose. I do have to admit she was cute, very happy go lucky. I’m starting to like this place more already.

I’m sat in Mr Kim’s office while he looks through my portfolio, I don’t understand why since I’m now a student here but I don’t risk my luck in interrupting him.

“You’ve got some impressive work Mr Jung, I’m happy to have you in my department, you’re a great loss for your previous university.” I smile in response not really knowing what to do or say. I knew my work was good but i think he’s being generous so not to scare me away.

“There is some work you’ve missed out on that you’ll need to catch up on along side your current assignments but i hope that won’t come as an issue to you.” He says sliding the portfolio back to me before folding his hands in front of him.

“No sir, I’ll make sure i catch up.”

“That’s what i like to hear. Here’s the work you need to do and we’ll get you started on your current assignment tomorrow, so for today i suggest you either go to the library or back to your dorm and get stated on this straight away.” I nod taking the small binder from his hands and head to leave his office.

“Thank you sir.”

I give the binder a quick flip through as i make my way towards the library, so far it seems straight forward; film camera use, dark room experimentation and showing basic photoshop techniques. Childs play. And lucky for me i never leave home without my film camera. But now the next challenge i faced was finding the damn library.

The cafe area was bustling with other students, some taking some well deserved rest, others in a hurry to get to their next lecture, and here i am still lost, but then I spot a familiar face in the crowd.

I slowly approach her and lightly put my hand on her shoulder so I don’t startle her. “Hey, Nari, I’m sorry, where’s the library?”

“Oh hey Wooyoung, no worries, it’s just down those stairs and to the left, you can’t miss it.”

“Nari come on we need to get the canvases made and prepped!” A voice called from the fine art doors.

“Sorry, duty calls.” I open my mouth to thank her but before i can speak she runs off.

I follow her path with my eyes and see who was calling her … I don’t know what took over me but for some reason i needed to get a photo of this girl. Her hair styled similar to Nari, tied up but messy in a cute way, paint covered overalls and baggy sweater. Something about her seemed oh so familiar. I quickly pull out my camera and snap a photo of the pair, both smiling at each other in the frame, a glint of motivation and excitement in their eyes.

I find the library right where Nari said it would be, but now the drive to do work had left me and in its place was the face of a familiar stranger. I need to go home for a little while, try to clear my mind.

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