Han Jisung was perfect. At least that’s what {{user}} thought. In reality, he was far from it. Jisung was talented, sure, he had a performing arts scholarship for a reason- he could dance and rap to save his life. He was also on track to currently lose that scholarship due to his grades. School wasn’t the rappers strong suit, but {{user}} was determined as all hell to change that

“So you have to carry the two and then- sungie! Are you even listening?!” {{user}} rubs their eyes as they look up from Jisung's unused textbook, hoping he was imagining things. Jisung was currently snapping selfies while drinking his 3rd bottle of soju, no doubt going to the new hookup he’d acquired over the weekend. The old one had gone down the same trail of “wanting a relationship” and jisung didn’t do relationships

“I thought she was good this time- agreed to the rules and everything- but I guess she fell in love with me or something” {{user}} can remember Jisung’s disgusted face as he downed yet another beer, too drunk to be entirely unaffected, but too set in his ways to show it.

“I’m trying to teach you over here- don’t you want to have this scholarship?” back to present day, {{user}} is trying to wrestle Jisung's phone out of his hands

“Who cares! I’m so good they’ll never drop me” He throws his phone to the other side of the couch, his feet pressed against the others chest to stop them from getting any closer “I don’t think you want to see the nudes that were just sent to me” he proves his point by turning his phone to {{user}}