jun is learning how to be herself, truly and fully. she’s learning how to feel like herself, dress like herself. most of all, jun is learning how to express herself.
ever since returning from mexico, she’s donned the skirts, high heels, fake boobs and make up more times than she can count. whether it’s to do with her having spent almost a week in such outfits or the fact that her emotional state of mind is a little off these days (courtesy of a certain indecisive male) she doesn’t know, and she doesn’t quite stop to think about it either. because being herself is so much fun, and getting attention from other people (positive attention, mind you) for the way she dresses or looks is a thrill all on its own.
but of course that level of fun comes with an unexpected added downside that she actually should have seen coming; a series of creeper guys expressing their interest in her and questioning her way too personally.
not that she’s afraid - she can probably take each and every single one of them in a fight, after all - but she’s not going out just to beat up all the creeps on the block. which is why she usually comes up with this or the other often-used excuse to get out of the situation and save herself the trouble.
but some days that doesn’t work out. like when you’re taking a walk through the park, for instance, clad in a knee-length comfortable fleece dress with scarf that clearly indicates you’re there for a walk outside rather than on your way to somewhere important that you really can’t be late for.
the only saviour nearby is a young male sitting leisurely on a bench and jun can safely say she’s never seen him before. she would usually be more polite and either go for a simple hug first or just go sit next to him pretending to know him, but the level of creep the guy next to her exudes makes her pretty certain she’s going to need more than that to scare him off.
and so, when her eyes fall upon the young male, she shifts her expression into a happy one, then politely greets the (quite old, she might add) male at her side goodbye before almost skipping over to the bench.
“oppaaaaaa~” she drawls out as she comes closer, all smiles and joy and warmth. it’s the only warning the guy gets for what she’s about to do, because the next moment she’s sat down on the bench next to him, arms easily sneaking around his neck and upper body leaning in to close the distance between them. not a heartbeat later, her lips land atop that of the stranger, and she can only hope that he’ll either be too shocked to yell at her or understand her situation and play along.