perspective | jjk

01.

when i turned twelve, i took my first step into middle school; the change of scenery was too much for me. i cried in the middle of the busy hall and nobody cared to ask me if i was okay.

i lied. you did, sixteen year old jeon jeongguk, the most beautiful boy in our school. you welcomed me with a smile, wiped my tears with the sleeve of your blazer.

you said your name and i hadn't heard it at first because i was too busy staring at your face. you didn't look bad. in fact, you looked like an a+ student, but my beating twelve year old heart knew you were bad, realised you were trouble.

and that excited me.