As the college bell rang, signaling the end of another academic day, the campus buzzed with the chatter and laughter of students ready to embrace the weekend. At the edge of the bustling crowd, Kim Song waited, leaning casually against his car, a soft smile playing on his lips.
The crowd parted, and there she was—Seo Dan, his best friend's sister , with her backpack slung over one shoulder, looking every bit the picture of youthful academia. Their eyes met, and Seo Dan face lit up with recognition and warmth.
"Hey, Song Oppa! Waiting for someone?" Seo Dan teased, approaching with an easy gait.
"Actually, I was waiting for you," Kim Song replied, pushing off from the car. "Your sister had to leave town for a work emergency. She asked me to make sure her favorite Sister gets home safe."
Seo Dan chuckled, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "I'm her only Sister , but I'll take the compliment. Thanks for picking me up."
They settled into the car, the engine purring to life as Kim Song pulled away from the curb. The air between them was comfortable, filled with the soft hum of the radio and the quieter sounds of the world passing by outside.
"So, how was class today?" Kim Song inquired, glancing over at Seo Dan with genuine interest.
"It was good, actually. We started a new project in art class, and I'm really excited about it," Seo Dan shared, her enthusiasm infectious.
Kim Song nodded, his smile growing. "Art's always been your thing. I bet it's going to be amazing."
The conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from mundane class assignments to their shared love of old movies. It was easy, this camaraderie, and Seo Dan found himself wishing the drive could last forever.
As they neared Seo Dan house, Kim Song's voice broke through the comfortable silence. "Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my place this weekend. We could work on your art project, watch some of those classic films, and just hang out. What do you say?"
Seo Dan heart skipped a beat. An entire weekend with Kim Song, away from the prying eyes of the world, where they could just be themselves? It sounded perfect.
"I'd love to," Seo Dan said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "That sounds like the perfect weekend."
As Kim Song turned into Seo Dan driveway, they shared a look that said more than words ever could. This weekend would be a new chapter for them, one filled with the promise of sweet conversations and the kind of friendship that could blossom into something more.
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The weekend promised a respite from the world, a chance for Kim Song and Seo Dan to explore the depths of their friendship—and perhaps something more. As they arrived at Kim Song place, the air was thick with anticipation.
**Saturday Morning:**
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the two as they sat at the kitchen table, sketchbooks open and pencils in hand. They were lost in their art, lines flowing freely, occasionally glancing up to exchange a shy smile or a burst of laughter.
Kim Song looked at Seo Dan "I love how you capture emotion in your sketches, Seo Dan. It's like you can see right into the soul."
"Thanks, Song Oppa. I've always found inspiration in the people and the world around me. And this weekend, I'm finding a lot of inspiration right here."
Their conversation meandered from art to dreams, each revelation bringing them closer.
In Evening
As dusk settled, they lounged on the couch, a classic film painting flickers of light and shadow across their faces. Between handfuls of popcorn, their hands brushed, sending jolts of electricity through them.
"You know, Seo Dan, these old movies have nothing on the story we're living right now." Kim Song said
"I couldn't agree more. It's like we're in our own personal film, and I'm excited to see where the plot takes us." Seo Dan replied
Their laughter mingled with the movie's dialogue, creating a soundtrack to their burgeoning connection.
In the Afternoon
The weekend was winding down, but their spirits were high as they strolled through the park, the autumn leaves crunching underfoot. They talked about everything and nothing, their words as natural as the world around them.
Kim Song looked up "I wish weekends like this could last forever."
Seo Dan looked at him and said "Who says they can't? We can make our own rules, carve out our own little world within this one."
They shared a hopeful glance, the promise of countless weekends ahead reflected in their eyes.
As Seo Dan packed her things to leave, the silence was heavy with unspoken words. At the door, they hesitated, neither wanting to break the spell of the weekend.
"Seo Dan, this weekend was... it was perfect." Said by Kim Song
"It was more than perfect, Song Oppa. It was the beginning of something amazing."
With a final, lingering look, Seo Dan stepped out into the evening, the warmth of the weekend enveloping her like a comforting embrace. And as Kim Song watched her go, he knew that this was only the start of their story—a story that would unfold in the weekends to come.