kim jongin
21
student
2nd
remember that plant thing i told u about? that
doihavetowhinesfine
his parents weren’t the most conventional of people, rather pleased with how they were raising their son. their .. son. that word never sat right on his tongue, somedays, it did, others, he felt sick to his stomach, with the constant need to look at himself, and call himself pretty, tell him he’s something more. when he found his quirk, the little flowers blooming when he called them pretty, he knew. knew that the he he thought he was, that society did, wasn’t just what he is. what she is. what they are. her parents, their parents, weren’t conventional, they helped, as best as they could, learning, watching, but it was always a secret, and that was what hurt the most. why they moved to live on campus, to try to find their quirk, whilst also learning to live for something more than what society gives them. being called confusing, weird, sick, it hurt — but it was his life, her life, theirs, and no one else could live it for them. aka jongin is genderfluid and a scared bean but also gives a little bit of a
gmt-4

jongin: trips on nothing / air
sehun: lol ur so clumsy

[ a couple hours later, in the same spot ]

sehun, punching the air: who do you think you are who thE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE