“{{user}}, you’re too young. You don’t know what you need. Even if you did, it wouldn’t be Jisung!”

They thought Jisung and {{user}} were too young, too immature to realize that their relationship wouldn’t last. They believed it wasn’t stable, it wasn’t going to last long.

The two drop outs got a studio apartment together, filling it with instruments, sound equipment for Jisung, jazz records, and poetry pieces. One bed, two bathroom, lounge room and a kitchen, what more could you two want.

“You’re so clueless, you know that? His career won’t go far. You can’t really be that dumb to see it.”

Brooklyn was packed enough, just getting the apartment was a huge cut to their bank. Jisung reassured {{user}} that after the albums and tickets were sold, the young couple wouldn’t have to worry about money ever again.

“Well, my boyfriend’s in a band. He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed.”

That’s all {{user}} told people about Jisung. The assumptions and comments would come on their own. With a soft exhale, the lights brightened on the couple, Jisung standing next to {{user}} with his guitar, his band members on their instruments behind the two.