jeongin observes with sharp eyes, noting every move and twitch the other male produces. maybe he was just fidgety? jeongin doesnt judge nor mind; he understands the life of an awkward teenager undergoing the struggles of puberty and the burden of making new friends. jeongin was sociable and open, willing to accept everyone and anything to have a connection with him. the smile on his face never falters, waiting patiently for the seemingly awkward and timid male. he was well-built, biceps bulging from the material clinging onto his pale skin, his lips pouty, and hair bleached. he looks good, and if jeongin werent so sensitive, he wouldve gone on to flirting. he knows this isnt the best time though, seeing the male so apprehensive of him.
jeongin parts his lips to strike up a conversation, but the male was already making his way out, excusing himself as he packs. the young teen doesnt fail to miss the sound of hunger resounding in the big spacious room, mirroring his own, and he’s quick to dash to his locker and throwing everything into his bag, and runs over to the other, panting by the time he reaches him. he needs to run more, he thought. “h-hi ! its me, jeongin again. so, i was wondering, since y’know, we—,” he points to the both of them with his index finger, chuckling softly at his antics, “are freshies, maybe we could head out for lunch? get to know each other? im really keen on making friends and itll be so so great if you were one of my firsts!” jeongin notices the way he’s blabbering, and by the time hes done with his talking they were out of the room by then, his voice echoing around the vicinity. “so uh, if youd like, whered you wanna go to eat? i swear ill eat anything but black beans, and beans in general, i really love cheese with ddeobokki, but like i said i eat anything, and sometimes, i eat so much i literally look 3 months pregnant— not like i know how someone whos 3 months pregnant would look like, my mom locked me in my room when i was little when she had my younger sibling... but its nothing to worry about. hey! you know about this game called roblox? i play and whoever i tell that to, they laugh at my face but...” and jeongin chatters on and on, his grin plastered on, never faltering once as he skips beside the other adolescent, following him to wherever he’s planning to bring them to eat.
@y. jeongin [] what are you even saying omg it's so soft!! i love it ahh i'm sorry it took me so long to reply hh
PE had been pretty much of a subject that belonged - just like everything you learn in math class after elementary school - into the trash to chris. sometimes, though, he actually enjoyed being physically active. however, today's deginitelx not one of those days. at times, christopher just couldn't seem to get himself to move at all. at times, he wouldn't be able to take responsibility for anything - he wouldn't want to carry a whole team to success, he'd be overwhelmed with just trying. his head would feel heavy, he'd feel scared, so scared that he sneaks out to just go back to bed. at other times, however, he would run like no other, be overly determined, and possibly be a danger to himself as he underestimates the world. manic episodes usually last for about a week, then the despression hits him for about 2 - the last week of the month can be seen as a puffer, some period in which his brain works more balanced between these moods.
basically, the male's not doing so well today. he's somewhere between the change from manic to depressed, and the chemicals in his brain don't mean any good with him, it seems. it's confusing. on one hand, he's determined to win, to be a use for his team, on the other hand, he overthinks, the voices sounding through the gym hall ringing in his ears violently. it gives him the feeling that he's unwanted - and deep inside, it breaks his heart. in addition to that, chris didn't even know all these people which makes it even worse for him - he didn't want to come off as an unapproachable arse, no. that's what takes him back to square one of his depression cycle. luckily, chris was good at aiming. well, he might not have the height for a top basket ball player, but height isn't the number that matters, after all.
even though he had helped his team to get to their victory a lot, chris doesn't exactly feel proud when the class ends. he feels numb, and whenever someone congratulates him, he only shoots a small smile at their way, waving it off. "not a big deal", he would mumble, and then he'd just go back to attempting to fix his hair, dabbing the sweat on his face with a towel, when suddenly, a somewhat squeaky voice speaks to him. he almost drops the towel from the scare, and he turns his head to look at the boy next to him - his hair damped in sweat, with a wide grin on his face. yes, christopher remembered him, he'd been one of the guys who basically made his ears hurt from their yelling. not being a judgemental person, he doesn't hold grudges against any of these people, no.
he swallows lightly as he listens to jeongin's small introduction, and his gaze shifts to his water bottle, and he leans down to grab it as he speaks. "bang chan", he mutters out now, "chris is preferred, though".
he takes the cap off of the bottle before taking a few sips, his gaze never leaving your face. "skills? i don't play basket ball. i think it was just luck." he shrugs briefly before putting the bottle away again, and only now he notices how empty the room had been by now, and he feels bad for not really knowing what to say. after all, jeongin does seem to be a nice person, chris, however, isn't in the right mind to build up a conversation. he thinks visibly hard, only to shake his head a little as he excuses himself in a soft, quiet tone upon having his stomach grumble loudly, packing the rest of his things up.
@b. christopher [] snatches room's v-card
wwoOOHOO
also !! sorry for how crappy this is ! excuse the typos and i kinda dhfksjfh
being a freshie here in solace was the little teen's dream. he's worked his off ever since he was 16, juggling a mass of ridiculous and questioning jobs just so he could rent out an old and /very used/ apartment in the city-- growing up in the rural regions of busan was not easy for him-- but he never complained. he found life in the city way easier and pleasant compared to the stinkhole he called home once. the youngling has adapted to the city ways, and tred his best to fit in along with the other students- - not that it was hard, he was affable and the people here were really hospitable. he thinks he could fit in this place just fine.
now, jeongin doesnt judge, not when hes a mess himself at such a young age. hes grown from an abusive household, and not to mention done and seen things that werent meant to be seen-- it traumatised him so badly that he doesnt think anything else can get as cruel as that. it was second week in solace, and he could say it was going relatively well. it was in the afternoon, and physical education, or what the students refer to as physical education, a rather sophisticated way of naming a subject that literally could just be called 'exercise', he thought. they ran 5 rounds around the court, nothing jeongin cant handle, and played a few rounds of basketball. his team winning at the end of the game. he enjoys how everyone was getting along, cheering even for the team on the loosing end. his team were well coordinated, no tension and no objections whatsoever. everyone was getting along fine except... for one guy. he was average in height, almost the same height as jeongin was, too pale to be deemed as healthy and hair in wavy locks. he was buff too, helping the team score most of the time. he stood out to the teen, for a. he wasnt participating in any of theier conversations, not even opening his mouth to cheer whenever they won, and b. he looks... tired. jeongin wasnt one to pry, but something in his urges for him to go and befriend the other.
it took another hour that passed by in a blink of an eye, and he waits till every male in the vicinity was gone, and he was hidden away on the other side of the room, away from the boy. he saunters towards him, hands behind his hips, hair stuck to his skin, and he wishes he looked more presentable because this isnt how people usually befriend others. he breathes in a breathe and steps forward, beside the boy's locker, where he was fixing himself up and throws him one of his best signiture foxy grin, eyes stretched and lips crescent formed, pearly whites showing. "hello ! im yang jeongin, but you can call me jeongin, or innie. i major in film and hospitality. just wanted to say that your skills out there were really amazing. whered you learn all those awesome skills from?" he didnt mean to come off as aggressive or prying, but that was his nature, and really, he was interested in the other, his inquisitive nature refusing to back down just to impress others. he leans against the cool, metal lockers, smile plastered as he looks at the boy in front of him, waiting patiently for an answer.
