вυввℓєgυм || Phoenix & Jonghyun
“I’ll chew you up and spit you out Cause that’s what young love is all about. So pull me closer, and kiss me hard, I’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart.”
- Marina & The Diamonds
Brand new sneakers and an upturned coat, golden wash flashing from underneath prim black sleeves, Jonghyun was ready to take over the world. The world being high school. It wasn’t his fault that high school wasn’t ready for him. People disliked him because he was bigger, better, best, of course, or so he liked to believe. Hair dyed silver to stand out from heads chock full of black and brown, he squared his shoulders and kept his chin held high, oblivious to those that pushed past him without a care in the world.
He was well liked and could conquer the world. Lie one.
You could do anything as long as you put your mind to it. Lie two.
Jonghyun was bitter, of course, bitter at those with the exact same clothing as him but they roamed the halls together, joyous laughter filling dull classrooms and transforming bleary hallways.
He wanted to laugh, too. But there was nobody else but himself to laugh with. Laughing at himself, a small self pitying chuckle.
Jonghyun shouldered his backpack, nothing special compared to the lavish amount of money that he had spent on his clothes. He saw no reason to since it all it did was carry his equally ratty school books. A hand ran through his own hair and he mustered that cocky smirk again, a slight strut to his gait, striding into the classroom. He believed that everything else paled in comparison due to his mere presence as he slammed his Pre-Calculus book down on a wooden desk on its last legs, sliding into the seat, a bubble of plasticy bubblegum forming before it popped and he sucked the now flavorless candy back into his mouth.
The door creaked open, the sound of protest it made telling Jonghyun that the piece of the classroom was probably nearing its last days. Eyes flitted upwards only to freeze him in place. He sneered, turning away to scowl into his book. Nobody from that clique ever landed themselves in detention without each other. What was she doing here then?
The last free desk was in front of him and he didn’t want to look to interested in whatever that bitch was doing so he pretended to bury himself in meaningless numbers and even more confounding equations. The room wasn’t quiet by any means and the subtle clearing of this throat wasn’t going to be heard. “Abandoned by your clique, yeah?” The jab was clear, his voice incisive as he frowned at her, not bothering to even look up from his book. He was jealous, to a point, but he would rather slit his own throat than admit that out loud. His foot tapped insistently on the back of her chair, sending exasperating tremors through the piece of furniture. “I thought your type was too good to land themselves in detention with the rest of us.”
