Today was a bit warmer than usual. So for my Studio Painting class, we went outside to do 20 minutes of sketches. Now, this would be fine if the usual temperature was likr 40' F but it has literally been below freezing for the past week. And so now they've decided that we should celebrate mother nature cranking it up a whole whopping ten degrees, by forcing us outside. Needless to say, I was dying.

I shiver more, raising my pencil to try and finish my last tree so I could naruto the flip outta here and get to work.

Honestly, I'm a really slow artist. I'd say I'm one of the top students at drawing, just because I work hard until it looks right, but in result, I'm always the last to finish.

"making a masterpiece, Picasso Noona?" Taehyung calls behind me, gathering his stuff to leave.

I sarcastically laugh. "Yup, only the best!" groaning as I mess up on the leaves yet again."What about you V?" we call each other by our artist nicknames, mine's Picasso and His is Vincent Van Gough, V for short.

"Ahhh, well..." He purses his lips "It's not the best but it'll look good once I paint it, you know I suck at sketching."

I sigh , giving up on my sketch and shoving it into my portfolio bag. "Well it seems I suck at drawing today too."

"Noooo Noona, you're really good, I wish I was half as good as you." He says sweetly, trying to console my frustration.

I snort at his adorableness "Well I wish I was half as good as you at painting." I pull my bag over my shoulder and grab my art box." I swear kid, you're gonna be famous. No doubt about it." He really was amazing. He was only a freshman, in a Painting 2 class, and already was better than most of the class. All of the class in my opinion.

We walk to our cars. "Thanks Noona. I'll see you next week. Don't forget send me pictures of the finished product!" V yells, referencing the sketch.

"Will do cheeka-poo" I wave goodbye to him as I pile my things into my car. "See ya V!!"

He gives a boxy grin, waving back with both hands."byeeEEEEE!"

Getting into my car, I blast the heat until it felt like my face is melting. My stomach grumbles. I forgot to eat again. I always get really absorbed in my art so even when we have breaks where we are supposed to eat, I end up just continuing to work instead. Gotta catch up with the rest of the class anyways.

I'll just eat at work, if the boss isn't around. I sigh.

That's what I've been doing ever since Jungkook hired me to help him study last week. He doesn't pay much but it's enough to allow me to drive my car AND buy a little bit of food and a snack at work. I don't know what I'm gonna do once he's done with the tests though. I definitely don't want to tutor him more than I have to. He's an idiot, to the point of wanting to pull my hair out.

I guess I'll have to start working every day, or sell some artwork.

I pull into work and grab my uniform as well as a couple of old study books I filled out and used in high school. maybe this will help Jungkook.

I walk in- EARLY- and change into my uniform.

"Hey Hoseok, you can leave now, I'm good on my own til' Jungkook gets here." I call to the bright young man, relieving him of his station a bit early. He is a college student as well, I've had shifts with him a couple times, he's really cool and a hard worker but really really loud.

"Ahh! thank you Momo!! You're the best!" He says with a huge grin, giddily putting on his coat. "Can you clock out for me?"

"Yea, no problem. Also, if you ever need time off on the weekends lemme know, I need more shifts."

"Really? Don't you work every week day already?" I nod my head with a sad smile. "well, I could use this weekend off, how's that for you?"He asks, wrapping a scarf around his neck.

"That would be wonderful!" Thank God for Hoseok, my angel.

"Okay cool! I have the 6:30-2:30 shifts with Namjoon." He waves, leaving the store "Later Mo's!"

I wave to the empty air as he dashes out. A sigh pushing past my lips as I look around the vacant store.

This is gonna be a long week. I can feel it.

Overcome by my exhaustion, I plop down on the chair behind the counter, closing my eyes for a moment.

I haven't seen Namjoon in awhile, I hope he's doing well.

Last time I saw him he kept hitting his head on the storage room's door frame. He's so flipping tall. It's excessive and frankly, a bit insulting. Especially to me who's been praised for being tall yet he still finds it appropriate to pat my head and call me short. Unbelievable. The audacity.

"Working really hard I see." Jungcock snarks

I shoot my eyes open, glaring at his presence. Judging by his outfit, he must have had the day off. Instead of a uniform he's in his signature black on black on black.

"What are you goth?I thought we were over this phase" I bite back

"You aren't goth just by wearing black, you uncultured swine." He rebukes, buttoning on his work shirt.

"You're right, it doesn't make you goth. Just an edgy wanna-be."

He chuckles, joining me behind the counter. I stand up, giving him my seat and grabbing the books I brought as he pulls his own books out of his backpack.

"I brought some of my old study material from my highschool days. It's all filled out so I thought the extra media might be helpful if you don't understand something." I push the books over to him. He grabs one and flips through it, nodding his head.

"Thank yooouu." Jungkook sings, grabbing a pencil to begin studying.

I nod my head in a silent "no problem" and watch over his shoulder as he opens his math books and goes through some of the problems we worked on last time. A customer comes in and I greet them.

The books seem to really help, Jungkook doesn't have to ask for as much help anymore and when he does, he quickly understands what I'm explaining.

Or maybe *gasp* he's actually getting smarter?!

...nahhhh.

The day passes like this. I watch the store and help the customers while Jungkook studies. When no one's there he asks me questions and I try to explain. It goes on until he's given up on math, finished history, done most of chemistry and is now stuck on English.

I'm going to kill this boy.

I sigh as I mark the same sentence wrong for the fifth time.

"What do you mean this is wrong, howisthiswrong?Itlooksperfectlyfine!how else would you do it?It's right!" Jungkook stammers, flustered

"No, look. "You're cooking is the highlight of the day." is wrong. You can't use "You're" you have to use "your". This makes it sound like the best part of your day was cooking someone alive."I explain.

"I'd really like to cook you alive." Jungkook sassily replies, wide-eyed and frustrated.

"Diddo. Now, focus."

"Oh come on!" Jungkook whines, muffling the sound of a customer coming in. "They sound exactly the same! why does it matter which one I use?!

I take a deep breath. "Jungkook. "You're" is a contraction of "you are" and "Your" is possessive. They mean COMPLETELY different things."

Jungkook groans

"-excuse me..."a voice hesitantly interrupts.

Oh snap.

I meet the customer's captivating eyes, my own going wide from the embarrassment.

It's HIM.

"ah-hh, ah, sorry. Did you need help with something sir?" I stammer, face flushing pink as I instinctively stand up straighter.

He smiles me.

OH GOD

"Yeah, I was just wondering if you guys had any more peach milk? I couldn't find any.." He asks calmly.

I look the trashcan next to me where lays the last empty can of peach milk I had consumed a couple of hours ago. Apprehensively I turn to Jungkook who catches my gaze. He shoos me away with his hand and goes back to his study. I roll my eyes at him.

"Uhhhmm, lemme check in the back really quick." I scurry away to the storage room, The male follows, waiting outside the door for me.

Jungkook recognizes the customer doesn't he? He's trying to torture me for forcing him to use correct grammar, isn't he?

I take my irritation out on a new box, ripping it open like I was ripping Jungkook in half. Feeling a bit calmer, I pull out a can of peach milk and exit the storage room. I hand the drink to the guy with a small smile.

"You like peach milk?It's my favorite..." I say awkwardly, trying to fill the silence.

"Yea!Me too! I'm surprised, not many people like it."He brightly grins at me, casting away a bit of the stiff atmosphere.

"That's true, I've just always drank it since childhood." I smile back.

grrrRRRRrrrr. My stomach loudly growls.

I close my eyes in embarrassment. Why God? Why is this my fate? He lightly chuckles, obviously trying not to laugh.

"I-... am so sorry."I say opening my eyes again to see him struggling to keep a smile away."Just let me know when you're ready to check out."

I quickly turn away speeding back to the counter where Jungkook watches as I mentally curse myself. He silently mocks me with his wide eyes and I glare back.

"You got a beast in there?" He whispers to me, having the time of his life.

I lift my hand back with a scowl, pretending to hit him. "get back to studying, JungRAT"

He only mocks me further, imitating my voice. But still, he turns back to his books and studies.

The customer returns to the cashier, placing the milk, two kimbaps, and a nectarine on the counter. I pick them up one by one and scan them silently.

This is awkward.

"That will be 5,900 sir." I say looking up at him. He hands me a 10,000.

More silence.

Jungkook sniffles.

"Wanna hear a joke?" The man says looking hopefully into my eyes.

"uhmm,.. sure." I apprehensively say, making the transaction.

He smiles proudly "Why did the nectarine have a hair transplant? " He asks holding back his smile again.

"why?" I play along.

"It wanted to be a peach!"The man dies at his own joke, breaking out in a windshield wiper laugh.

I stare at him with a small, slightly scared smile. I don't know if I thought the joke was funny or if his odd laugh just surprised me at how adorable it was. Either way, I was JungSHOOK.

Jungkook, on the other hand, had stopped his studies, looking up and staring at the man. Dumbfounded and mind racing, trying to understand the joke.

At the lack of reaction from either of us, he coughs away his laugh." Anyway," He grabs his items. "Have a nice day."

With that, he turns to leave. I glance down at the counter, noticing he left one of the kimbaps.

"Sir! Your forgetting one!" I call, holding it up.

He whips his head around and waves as he walks out the door"That's for your stomach!"

And he's gone.

The store stayed silent as I stare at the spot he used to be, replaying the odd encounter over in my mind.

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"What's a nectarine?"Jungkook questions seriously, looking up at me, pencil end holding up his head.

I turn to him with a stare of repulsion. "You're an idiot."

"Wait, are they a made up fruit? Like starfruit, kumquat and dragonfruits?"Jungkook asks again, oblivious to his stupidity.

I can't take him anymore. These are the idiots running the future.... we're all gonna die.

I shake my head and walk away, refusing to answer a question as stupid as that.

"SERIOUSLY MO, ARE THEY?!"

Hey readers, I just wanted to ask if you guys are enjoying the book?

Should I continue?(Let's be honest, I'll probably continue whether or not you think I should)

Are my jokes too offensive?

I think it's quite funny even if I find them slightly mean, but I don't know if that's normal or a result of being emotionally numbed to insults lol. BUT! That's why I would love some feedback from anyone reading so I can edit! Even if you're just passing through, I appreciate the feedback!

Thank you so much!