— pottery studio.

@✽ jimin y. He opened the door to the strong scent of clay and glaze, the same clay and glaze seemed to be splattered over the floors and the walls. "Are you open?" Jinyoung called out, stepping inside with his messenger bag slipping down his shoulder into his hand, setting it down atop a chair as he looked at the clock that sat on the wall. "I have a 5:30PM lesson," He explained into the studio, watching at the minute hand ticking to the 6.

And that's when he saw her again. It wasn't as if he were avoiding her, but it seemed the two of them never crossed paths between growing up and living in town for their entire lives. Jinyoung wasn't even aware that the pottery studio belonged to her until he had the abrupt urge to learn pottery after a late-night youtube binge of pottery videos. It was as if fate was somehow stopping the two of them from meeting each other until today.

"Hey," He greeted, "Long time no see." He was awkward about it, actually. Jinyoung didn't actually know if she knew him or not as it wasn't exactly like they'd held a conversation together before. Heck, he actually couldn't think of any mutual friends between the two of them despite this stupid small town. "Jimin, right?" He recalled, making sure /he/ got her name right even though he was a solid 80% sure he was right.

Anyways, awkwardness aside, there was always part of Jinyoung beyond his teenage angst that always felt akin to Jimin. Especially after what happened to his mother, and what happened to her brother. Jinyoung didn't know what it was like to have a sibling, but he knew what it was like to have lost the closest person in the world to him and even though they never spoke about it or even acknowledged each other, he felt as if she would be one of the few people his age to know what he'd been through.