The weekend flew by and within the blink of an eye I was walking on the campus of my new college. It was crazy to think this was the start of my new life. Another chapter in my story, and one more art piece in my portfolio, for real.

I spent the majority of my weekend researching age regression on Yoongi's behalf, and I had a much better understanding of the whole dynamic now. The only thing I needed answers on was to who that koohyuck was to Yoongi.

But other than that, I was getting ready to head into my first class and I couldn't have been more excited. I'd waited years, decades, entire lifetimes to be able to sit amongst other artists and create, and boy, I was so... ready.

Once I found the large classroom I walked in shyly, smiling at people as I walked past them and found an empty table to seat myself in. I decided to sit toward the front of the room, closer to the wall, that way I could hear, but also be out of other peoples line of sight.

Quite a few students stumbled their way in here and sat down and within a few minutes rung a bell, starting class. I was focused on a piece of art I'd been creating the past few weeks, so when I finally looked up and noticed a broad shouldered brunet sitting beside me, I was shocked to say in the least.

"Good morning class," The professor smiled, introducing herself and explaining what our first day was going to look like. I didn't hear much of what she said due to my hearing being blocked out by the sound of birds chirping and a choir singing into my ears. How could I listen with the most dazzling, gorgeous, dare I say perfect person, sitting less than two feet away from me?

As I gazed toward a perfectly sculpted side profile, I was soon to be met with deep cocoa eyes and rosy pink lips smiling at me.

"Hi, my name's Seokjin, but you can call me Jin. We met the other day and I'm surprised to see you're in an upperclassman's class! You must be very good. I'm so happy to see you again!"

"Oh," I stuttered, shaking myself out of my trance before I smiled awkwardly and replied, "I'm Hoseok in case you forget, but my close friends call me Hobi. I'm glad to see you here too!" I patted him on the shoulder happily before lifting my large sketchbook out from my lap and closing it before placing it on the table in front of us.

"So, this is an upper level class? Like how upper is it?"

"Third to fourth year students take this class. It's rare that freshman do, if at all. So, welcome to where the cool art kids reside I guess!" Seokjin beamed and let out a sweet sounding giggle. His teeth were pearly white and flawless, and his lips plump and plush, just like his rouged-looking cheeks and pretty tan skin. I sat, awestruck of how divine the man really was.

"Okay class, that's enough for introductions," She clapped her hands together softly before sitting on one of the tables and smiling widely. "So today we have a special project, and it's to evaluate our skills. You will all be drawing a portrait of the same person, and through that, I will judge your strengths and weaknesses. With that information, I'll form our lesson plans for the future. Make sure to do your best and not worry about a time limit or grade. Our model will be coming in momentarily so in the meantime, ready yourselves."

I gasped and quickly brought out my smaller sketchbook. Whoever I'd be drawing, I needed to be able to maneuver my sketchbook around with ease, and complete the drawing in the time given. She said not to worry about any of that but here I am, going above and beyond. Anxiety sure is interesting.

I pulled out my set of pencils and turned to Seokjin to say something and that was when I realized he was gone.

Where'd he go? I turned around for like, maybe fifteen seconds? And I didn't even hear a chair move or a single footstep??

"Okay class." The professor moved from the table she was sat upon and stepped to the side, gesturing as the model hopped up from behind the table and grinned happily. "I'm sure you all know Seokjin, so I won't bother to introduce him. He is going to be our model today, so make sure to work to the best of your abilities and when class is over I'll collect your pieces. You can start anytime now!"

I was drenched in sweat almost immediately. I mean, I should've pieced two and two together considering he left and I didn't hear anything but I'm kind of an airhead so I mean-

I shakily picked up one of my many pencils and began to draw my guidelines. I was so nervous he'd see my work, or look at me, or peek at it, or ask me about it after class, or ever see the finished result whatsoever. Portraits are something that can be botched easily if you're not careful, and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin this beautiful man's face due to my brain's own sloppy perception of line work.

I took a few deep breaths and plugged in my headphones before immersing myself in the drawing. I had a three-fourths view of Seokjin, which proved a little challenging, though despite that I kept reassuring myself it would turn out great.

With that kind of mindset, the class was over in what felt like minutes. Three hours of me studying a single face, gone just like that. Within the blink of an eye, the professor had picked up my sketchbook to critique it, and I felt my heart drop out of my books and onto the floor. I was so nervous. Did I have weak points? Was it ugly? I hadnt even taken a true minute to admire my work oh god what if-