today he found me sitting by the pond sketching the ducks.
he plopped down next to me on the old park bench, the thin planks sighing loudly at the sudden weight.
for a while, we were silent, serenely watching the ducks swim around in circles.
i focused on a small, white one preening itself by the dogtails, first sketching out the shape of its body before adding texture to its feathers.
jungkook merely sat there, deep in thought, a slight hint of a frown etched onto his face.
i didn't know why he was unhappy, and i wanted to know, but i didn't ask.
instead, i reached over and gently placed my hand on top of his.
he turned towards me and gave me a small, sad smile, then got up and left the park without even saying goodbye.
i suddenly didn't feel like drawing ducks anymore.
i wanted to get up and follow him, ask him what was wrong, what was going on.
hug him, comfort him, talk to him, make him laugh.
but i just sat there, on that old bench by the pond, staring silently at the clear, rippling water, no longer able to draw the ducks.
