Y/n arrives in small town Jesong for the summer where she picks up the attention of the local boy, Min Yoongi, who works at the comic shop and has a knack for music.
But despite the long, warm, summer nights that seem to stretch into eternity, summe...
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It was a cloudy day, colder than the others, and with rainclouds so dark they were threatening to rip open and pour over Jesong. In the two days that had gone since I'd been in the plantation with Yoongi, I had finished my two other copies of the comic series.
I laid in my bed, completely motionless, blowing at my own hair and listening to the chatter of my grandmothers knit club downstairs. My door was ajar so I could clearly hear their teacups clinking against their spoons, and of course, not to be forgotten, the new town gossip. I was bored out of my mind, only one single thing running through it. To be back at the comic shop, not to grab the next three copies, but rather to see a certain someone.
It really wasn't a secret that I had thought a lot about him. Why? There was just something about him, the way he walked, talked, smiled. Something strong. The way he was completely annoying and had I met him in Seoul I would've scowled and told him to return to the countryside, but here I was free. I had a summer to spend. And I wanted to spend it with him.
With the courage pumping in my blood, I got ready. I definitely didn't spend extra time doing my makeup for him, and I did certainly not pick out a pretty top for the sheer purpose of having his eyes on me. Not at all. I skipped down the steps of the stairs, flying for the last three, landing with light feet. Shoving on my white sneakers I yelled to my grandmother, careless about what the other old women would think. "Grandma! I'm going out, bye!" I shouted and before she could respond I was out the door, grabbing the white bike and riding down the treelined path as the old metal squeaked beneath my weight. The rough wind tore at my hair, but I pushed through. Above my head the sky was darkening rapidly, and I shriveled, desperately hoping to make it to town before all hell would break loose. It struck me that this was a stupid idea, but I wouldn't shy away now. Better to get to Yoongi soaked, than return home soaked. Panting I pedaled faster, but to no avail. A loud thunder tore open the sky, and rain poured through, immediately soaking me. My pretty, white lace top wasn't so pretty anymore. I pulled my denim jacket off my body and used it to shield the rain, the town nearing in the distance through my hazy vision.
I threw my bike up against a brick wall, thunder and lightning banging in the sky, and hurried inside the comic shop. Water dripped from me and onto the floor, mostly just from my jacket as I had survived mostly unscathed, and I starred at myself in horror. I was probably the equivalent to a wet dog, hair sticking to my face in uncomfortable angles. "Damn, what happened to you?" I heard someone say with a hiss from my left and I looked up to find Hoseok grimacing at me. "Don't you read the weather forecast?" I glared at him, angrily wringing out my hair to try and save the look. I didn't even know he also worked here. "I thought I could make it." I seethed and he chuckled amused. "Clearly didn't..."
