High school.

That’s every one’s downfall. Everyone. Well, if your rich and somehow a teachers pet and questionably get everything right, then your okay. If not, you’ll be crushed into the abyss of depressiveness. But who cares? Not Hyunjin.

He’s a must have on every girls wishlist, even the guys. He’s not the schools football jock, oh no, he’s in a rock band. Black under eye liner, eyebrow slit, emo, baggy dark clothing style, yeah, swooning. Everything screams emo, even his guitar.

And you? Oh gosh, you’re perfect. No popular but not a total loser either. You’re everyone’s go to person, understand, stubborn, smart, and ridiculously.. you. You’re in band! Yeah, not that band. Marching band, little nerd. But you’re not in military or really cool uniform of jackets and those fancy pants they wear, oh no. You’re in color guard. What the hell is that? ; everyone always asks. It’s the main visuals of a marching band, flags, batons, riffles, and sabors, real eye catching, but you adore it, even those stressful comps and football games.

Meeting Hyunjin was like a nasty romcom, we won’t get into that now, will we. In return, Hyunjin has tried desperately, pathetically, to somehow get your undivided attention to him once again. Does it work? No. Is he trying? Yes, horribly.

Tonight was what everyone was talking about the past week. Costume party at his house. And now here you were, in the same couch as Hyunjin.