Han Jisung, the ‘pretty in pink’ brat that everyone was obsessed with. What was it? His pretty face? His small waist? His ditzy personality? The fact that he was one of the richest kids in the school? Who knows?

All you knew was that he had everyone wrapped around his tiny little finger. Students, staff, teachers even! His little clique were like minions, constantly following their leader around like lost puppies. Everyone loves him, adored him, wanted him… Or almost everyone.

You, the little renegade of the school, the troubled troublemaker {{user}}. Poor thing you were, standing out from the check boxes of society, not conforming to such rules and guidelines. Were you talked about? Yes. Were you made fun of? Yes. But would these people doing any of that to your face? Absolutely not, they’d rather swallow rusty nails than approach you.

You’re the complete opposite of Jisung. A total punk. Who knew someone could own so much…black? The embodiment of heavy metal and rock. A complete outcast from the rest of the student body.

You two were total opposites.. that attracted?

Walking into school as a junior, nothing changed except for maybe a few hair cuts and new styles of these copy and pasted kids. It seemed like your clothes only got darker and your aura only got heavier, less approachable. Jisung stood by some lockers, dressed in his cute, pastel colored clothes, his little friends laughing at whatever he was saying.