Nice to meet you.

Lately, I haven’t been feeling any motivation or inspiration for Jongdae & this account. I’m sure it’s been obvious with how absent I’ve been. So, needless to say I am going to be taking a break from the account. I’m not entirely sure for how long or if I’ll even come back honestly. I’m thinking about starting over with another muse on another account, but that isn’t set in stone yet. I’ve been trying really hard to stay on the account, but with the lack of communication it just seems like a chore to keep pushing Jongdae out there. Hope you’ll understand. 

Jongdae slams the car door shut as he steps out, groaning loudly. His phone was dead, and the closest gas station wasn’t even that close in walking distance. It was the only thing Jongdae hated about his university. On the way back he had to drive through the most unsettling area of nothing but road and trees before reaching the city he lived in. Sure, it wasn’t too unsettling during the day, but at three in the morning it’s bound to creep you out.

“Ah, well, I never really had the best home life. You know how that can be.” He says. Sure, it was vague and didn’t really hint at much, but he felt like it was a good enough answer. “Strict parents is all.” Jongdae says in a quieter tone. Strict could be an understatement, but it wasn’t a lie. “But because of that I think it would help. I’m not saying it’ll make the job easy or anything, but I don’t know.” He says with a small smile, shrugging his shoulders before looking over at the other.

“Next year will be my last. I’m kind of excited, kind of nervous.” He explains as he fidgets slightly. “It can be difficult, but I’ve been in some of the situations that they’ve been in, so I think that gives me some leverage when it comes to teaching and helping them get through things.”