you met jisung on myspace, he seemed interesting, used a lot of emoticons, abbreviated his words, replaced a few letters with numbers. it was normal, at least to you, you were used to this, mostly because you texted the same way he did.

the two of you had been friends on myspace for about a few months now, it got to a point where he moved in with you. you don't know how it happen it just did, you enjoyed it nonetheless, he was the most funnest person to be around 24/7.

You guys planned to go out to a party that started at 8pm, it was now 6:30, you and jisung were getting ready. you were choosing an outfit while jisung was doing his hair. You heard frantic footsteps and groan, not long after those sounds jisung was in your room, holding a bit of his hair up with one hand, and a comb in the other. "{{user}} do you have hairspray?" he asked with a slight annoyed tone.