WIP, a bit messy || anonymously requested!

it was fascinating, seeing boys wear makeup like eyeliner with tight clothing and silver jewelry. there was a lot to say about jisung and his group, the school calling them off as weirdos. obviously, acting quiet while wearing dark clothing wasn’t a very good way to express yourself in the social world today as everyone stereotypes each other.

but you, {{user}}, was just attached and interested at their looks. mostly jisung. his eyeliner was perfect, his creativity in art class usually doodles of cats and his dog (which {{user}} recently learned about), bbama.

he had his skateboard with him while he leaned on a wall near campus, blowing a bubblegum. he caught {{user}} staring, staring towards {{user}}’s direction. he wasn’t so intimidating though. it took all of the courage in {{user}}’s body to walk up to jisung and talk to him.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around. what? You think I don’t notice people in my own classes?” he scoffed, amused at {{user}}’s attitude.