he's a drug addict
he's an artist
Jisung is messed up- that's what his mom thinks
Sending him to an art school far away from his hometown
he's a drug
he's art
Minho is a artist in art block
He's mind too normal to create a gut twisting art
That day Jisung came back home late. Later than normally.
As the boy was sneaking around the house he heard his mother talking with someone on the phone
Jisung could've listen to whatever his mother was furiously agreeing to , but he was too tired, maybe too high to even consider it important
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And that's how Han Jisung ended up stuffing his clothes in a big bag and suitcase.
" Jisung I told you it's for your own good" His mother sounded like she was pleading While Jisung just glared at her and stood up , putting his headphones on and walking outside the house, pulling his heavy suitcase behind him.
His mother sighed loudly and walked to the car. Her arms resting on her hips in commanding manner " Jisung I didn't raise you to just ignore your mother "
But Jisung didn't hear , he finished putting his bags in the truck and got in
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The whole car ride was quiet Well , almost
Jisungs mother was singing and trying to talk to him. The boy was reading as a loud rock music played in his ears
When the car parked Jisung got out and glared at his mother , taking his headphones off and pulling his bags out " Ji, I'm so sorry. But the boys in your old school are not good for you, look at yourself darling. " she was looking at him with sad eyes , gently caressing his arm
Jisung scoffed and shook his head " I hope you enjoy living without me" and with that Jisung went to the big building
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The school was brown, with many huge windows. It was very old fashioned yet modern.
Jisung sighed and walked inside, as soon as he stepped in he saw a spacious hall with two statue's The place seemed clean. Too clean to his liking. The building was separated in three stairs.
Jisung fixed his black shorts and his green ripped sweater as he was standing infront of the principal office and took a deep breath . He knocked on the door , his rings making a satisfying sound against the wooden door
He heard a woman's voice that told him to come in The blue haired boy opened the door and came to the older looking woman
She smiled at him, few wrinkles appearing around her dark eyes "Hello darling, what can I do for you"
Jisung bowed as he was greeted " Good morning, I'm Han Jisung and I should be starting school today" he said nervously scratching his neck
The woman let out a quiet "ahh" and started searching for something in her desk
Just now Jisung could take on her looks, the woman had gray hair with a pastel pink stripe in the front, purple flannel and jeans, she could be around 50 , she was wearing golden jewellery and big glasses
"Ah here it is " she said happily and stood up, walking over to Jisung and holding out her hand for Jisung to shake
The boy hesitated before taking her hand and shaking it gently " welcome to Silver hill " she smiled and hand Jisung two papers "This is map of where each class is and here is your schedule, should I walk you to your first class or you think you can do it"
She was talking to him like to a child , that's what Jisung thought So he shook his head and smiled politely " No thank you, I can find it "
" Oh here ! It's your room key , wait actually, keep your things here and come back after classes, is that okay with you?" She asked smiling
Jisung nodded because he definitely didn't feel like taking those bags somewhere he didn't even know where right now
The blue haired boy put his suitcase and bag close to a wall and bowed
