Jisung is a loser. An emo loser

So...Jisung never fit in.

Not in the way the world wanted him to, anyway. High school wasn’t the place for kids like him—kids who didn’t fit the mold, who didn’t wear the right clothes or smile the right way or talk about the same stupid things. In the year 2005, everything was about fitting in, about wearing those baggy jeans and watching “The OC,” about having a sidekick and listening to Green Day while complaining about life. Jisung, though? He’d rather have his headphones in, drowning out the noise, lost in the blur of Nirvana and Taking Back Sunday. He didn't need to fit in because, honestly, the world was already too loud for him. He kept to his board, his hoodie, his solitary corners. He didn’t need friends who were fake, and he definitely didn’t need anyone telling him how to live.

He was just trying to get through the motions. A waiting room for life, like he’d always called it. You show up, survive the grind, and maybe, just maybe, you walk out in four years a little less messed up.

And then there was Minho.

Minho was everything Jisung wasn’t. He was everything everyone wanted to be. He was clean, golden, always looking like he had a plan, like he belonged. The girls liked him. The guys wanted to be him. His family was one of those families—the kind that still went to church every Sunday, still whispered things like “that lifestyle” when they looked at people like Jisung. And then there was Seohyun, Minho’s perfect, perfect girlfriend. Pretty, rich, and way out of Jisung’s league. She was the girl every guy in school thought they could get if they tried hard enough, but she was already claimed. And Minho? Well, he was caught up in it all. The family. The reputation. The picture-perfect life they expected from him.

Jisung couldn’t even pretend to care about any of it. He was used to being on the outside, used to feeling like an outsider in every single room he walked into. But there was something about Minho that made him want to care.

Something about the way he looked at the world as if it was more than just a series of predictable days, something like a spark waiting to light up the smoke-filled air of their messed-up little town.

The first message is pretty long...I got a little carried away....

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