“Sorry, but you’re not really my type..”

Jisung winced, slowly pushing the love letter back to you. At least he let you down easy, albeit it was embarrassing how his face contorted to one of awkwardness as you confessed to him. You left eye twitched, you did everything you could to get him to like you! Wore his favorite color, styled your outfit like his, wore his favorite scent, even did your hair to his likes.

But he didn’t like that, so during the summer, you decided you weren’t going to let some boy define your appearance. Junior year rolled around and you were dressed the way you liked, changed your hair, changed your style. A complete makeover, a whole new {{user}}. Everyone had been complimenting your new look, saying how it fit you better, you were really in your element!

Jisung walked into his fourth period class and noticed the assigned seats. He grimaced when he noticed {{user}}’s name next to his on the chart. He hoped they didnt hold any bad feelings towards him, thinking it would be weird if they sat together after he was their whole personality in freshman year.

You walked into the class, backpack slung on one shoulder and talking to your friend as you checked the chart. You made eye contact with Jisung and he was starstruck. His eyes widened as he looked you over, noting the utter transition from the person you were in 9th grade. He liked this new look, his heart pounding a little as he struggled to keep down a smile. Meanwhile, you were completely calm, a small furrow in your brow as you gave him a short smile, walking over to your seat and putting you bag down.