"W-where the hell am I?!" "You just said it yourself, baby boy." "W-who are you?" "You can call me Master, love."
Jimin finds a mysterious red door in his basement that he has never seen before. He goes in, getting a one-way ticket to Hell. He gets...
I sat in my math class, tuning out the teacher as he rambled on about boring numbers and equations, staring contently out the window as the wind blew softly, making the flower petals from the trees fly away along with the wind like in anime. Birds flew about, happily chirping there little songs. There was a stray cat, dozing off under a beautiful cherry tree. I watched as a few small groups of students chatted outside, just enjoying the cool spring breeze, sitting on benches or stretched out amongst the green grass. It was quite nice to admire such a lovely day. But here I am stuck inside, in a stuffy room with people who threw bits of paper at each other, trying to get as much fun as they could out of this class. A girl was sighing constantly, and it was getting on my nerves. Another girl with way to long fingernails twirled her hair while staring at some jock in the back of the class as he made sexual hand signals towards the girl. God I hate this place. And I hate the fact that outside was so peaceful and nice, while inside was so boring and agitating. Just kill me now.
I rested my chin on my hand, my elbow on the desk. I glanced at my sketchbook, which was poking out from out of my bookbag, taunting me. I looked up at the teacher, and he even looked like he was about to fall asleep from just teaching up at the whiteboard. Well, I bet he won't mind if I sketched for a little while, considering that nobody else is even paying attention. I thought to myself. I took the book out and flipped to a fresh page, making sure none of the corners were bent or crinkled. I grabbed a pencil from my pink pencil case with Hello Kitty on it, and began to carefully sketch out a tree outside, being careful to not miss any details in the trunk. When I draw, I am my very own worst critique. I want my sketches to be perfect, with no flaws. It has to be perfect. I sighed contently, a small smile on my face as I got lost in my own little world, looking back from the tree to the paper, smoothing out lines.
Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, removing me from my trance and concentration. I paused and turned around, being presented with a smiling Jisoo. She leaned close and whispered, "So I was wondering if you would like to come over to my house tonight." She giggled. "My parents left for a business trip in Japan, so I got a ton of those little Japanese Popin' Cookin kits that you love!" She smiled brightly. I grinned ear to ear and bounced in my seat, completely forgetting about my drawing and the rest of the class.
(Jisoo's outfit)
Jisoo
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Human
18
Lesbian
Sub
Very pretty (obviously), funny, kind, helpful, can get jealous at times but not in a greedy way
Loves bright colors, enjoys helping people in need, best friends with Jimin, can be very competitive especially with Lisa, has a crush on Lisa but denies it, enjoys bright sunny days, likes to make and eat sweets, works at a cafe with Jimin, loves sleepovers and hanging out with Jimin, is in high school.
9th grade
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"Yes!" I said excitedly. "I would love too!" I really love those kits, because of the cute little things you can make, like little pandas, sausages, bentos, sushi, doughnuts, and a bunch of other cute things! They are basically these mini DIY gummy candy making kits that you can eat. I would make them all the time with Jisoo. She knows how much I love gummies and candies, so she always gets us sweets we can make together.
We both giggled together, looking forward to spending more time together. We don't get to hang out much because of school, and her parents don't like me because I'm gay, so they think I'm a huge sinner that is a bad influence on people. Jisoo is a lesbian, but isn't ready to come out of the closet yet. She's afraid her parents will disown her. When I first met her parents, I was scared to tell them, thinking that they would hate me and not let me hang out with Jisoo. I was right. Whenever I tried to shake her mother's hand as I was leaving, she scoffed and scrunched up her face in disgust and said, "I don't touch the gays." I was really hurt, and avoided them, as they did to me. I wasn't not trying to be immature and arrogant, I just didn't like the insults they constantly threw at me whenever they saw me. My parents and Jisoo do support it however, and it makes me feel better about it.
Anyway, me and Jisoo started making plans and giggling the entire time, but were soon interrupted by the bell. We quickly gathered our things and walked out of the class together. I glanced at the teacher, who was resting his head on his desk, looking dead. He's Asleep. See? math is so boring it even puts the teachers to sleep!
"So, tonight at 7:30?" I repeated, making sure I remember for later. Jisoo nodded. "Right! Oh! And you should bring over your makeup kit! I want to post some pictures so Lisa will see. She thinks she's the queen of the school just because she's so pretty. Well I want to show her that I'm just as pretty. Maybe even prettier!" She stated sassily, flipping her hair and batting her long lashes like a model to show her sassy and gorgeous looks and attitude. I chuckled and playfully rolled my eyes. I know and she really is pretty. Her silky hair, skin that is soft like candy cotton with no bumps or scars, a cute button nose, and beautiful brown eyes that can make even the gayest man fall head over heels for her. But not me. I'm a proud gay, and it will stay that way. Besides, me and Jisoo have been friends since we were in grade school, not to mention we went to summer camp together a few years ago. We both were camp counselors for a group of kiddie scouts. They were called the Butterfly Scouts. They were sweet little girls. I grinned at her, nodding.
"Alright, let's do it. I bet she will get sooo mad!" I laughed, I was looking forward to seeing her face scrunched up in pure jealousy and anger. It will be really funny! We continued our walk through the crowded and loud halls, and finally made it to our classes which were conveniently right next to each other. She had dance class, and I had art class, which are our favorites. We said our 'see you laters', sharing a quick hug. I made my way into the class, sitting at our regular seat in the front. I like to sit in the front for art class because it's basically first class seating. I get to see every piece of art laid out, and can see what the teacher is showing us to do clearly. It's perfect. I was about to reach I my bag and pull out my sketch book, but an announcement came over the loudspeaker, making me pause.
"Park Jimin, would you please report to the principals office. Park Jimin, would you please report to the principals office. Thank you."
I sighed. Great. Now I have to miss the only class I really love. Well, other that the one with Jisoo, of coarse. Not the class, just her. I closed my bookbag and slung it over my shoulder, exiting the class, slightly irritated that I had to miss out on art. Am I in trouble? I never get sent to the principal's office. I thought to myself as I made my way to the office. What did I do wrong?
A/N: Did you like the first chapter? I really wanted to get BlackPink in this book, so I added them. Don't forget to vote, follow and leave comments below!
