Behind A Curtain of Bangs
Summary: Since variety was so rare, it often came as a delicious rumor. Which is not good, at least not for Jiyong.
A/N: I meant to post this shortly after my birthday but I got sick:( It was horrible, but I am all better now! Yay^w^ This is intended to be chaptered if I can decipher this story clearly from all the other fics brimming in my filled mind. And if I can stop altering it in my chaotic mind:P This is for my friend Cas, you know who you are, you know I love you \(^3^)/
While stuttering through the hallway, Jiyong took a thoughtful look around the swarming mass. If one ignored the fact that every student had a parent who made over six figures a year, it was like any high school. It had its stoners, its jocks, the preps, nerds, goodie two shoes, its loner, and the miraculous few who seem to break all boundries and be cool in any group they walked by. Jiyong, was not one of those people. He was the school's loner, which, as you can imagine, is very lonely. After scarfing down his meager lunch, he scurried off to the library.
If there was few, simple things in life which made Jiyong feel anything but sorrow, it would be the librarian's kind eyes, music, books and especially fiction books. Fantasy in where he could be who he wanted, travel where he wanted to go, and just be who he would never be. Looking at him, knees tucked to his chin in the corner on the floor, don't you want to reach out and hug his sadness away?
When the worst sound that could possibly interrupt his momentary courage signaled his next class, Jiyong did not want to leave. Maybe it was how stiff and plastic all the students were, how the were as fake and plain as the school emblem on his uniform pocket that he was amazed by them. Actually, it was more like he felt bemused by watching their tongues and thumbs fly when they themselves had wings. Perhaps they preferred this way, spending their imagination on Jiyong's non-existing social life, he liked the way in which the teased him with a sort of primitive envy in their eyes. Yes, he adored how they isolated but secretly idolized him. It made him laugh how they molded him into this fearless bad boy as they simultaneously created every wrong doing he had ever done. In their sheltered lives, Jiyong was the one who did drugs, drank, had sex with whoever he wanted, and just whatever they wanted him (or what they wanted) to do.
When Jiyong sat in his seat, very back now mind you, he listened to the gossip loudly whispered. Maybe Jiyong should dye his hair, it sounds as if he does it frequently to the blond barbie doll in front of him. She did nothing to hide the looks and snickers she sent his way, "How juvenile," was Jiyong's thought. It was kind of sad to think that variety was such a delicacy here, that it was such a longed for taste that people made their own variety. But as with all savory flavors, too much of it and it is no longer good. So when people made variety, it was usually a delicious rumor. Which is not good, at least not for Jiyong.
"I heard that this new boy has been to the state prison, twice!" New boy? When Jiyong looked up from his lyrical doodles, he saw a lanky boy in an ill-fitting uniform. This did not hide the fact that he was at least a head taller than Jiyong. The stranger's raven hair fell over the glasses that were half stylish. He had nice skin, lips between his bright teeth. After basically running from the teacher and shrinking at the stares everyone gave him, he sat by Jiyong. When the teacher jumped into ways to create a perfect thesis a note fluttered onto Jiyong's desk. 'My name is Seunghyun Choi. May I know yours?' 'Jiyong Kwon, well Seunghyun, welcome to Kryptos Academy.'
A/N: I meant to post this shortly after my birthday but I got sick:( It was horrible, but I am all better now! Yay^w^ This is intended to be chaptered if I can decipher this story clearly from all the other fics brimming in my filled mind. And if I can stop altering it in my chaotic mind:P This is for my friend Cas, you know who you are, you know I love you \(^3^)/
While stuttering through the hallway, Jiyong took a thoughtful look around the swarming mass. If one ignored the fact that every student had a parent who made over six figures a year, it was like any high school. It had its stoners, its jocks, the preps, nerds, goodie two shoes, its loner, and the miraculous few who seem to break all boundries and be cool in any group they walked by. Jiyong, was not one of those people. He was the school's loner, which, as you can imagine, is very lonely. After scarfing down his meager lunch, he scurried off to the library.
If there was few, simple things in life which made Jiyong feel anything but sorrow, it would be the librarian's kind eyes, music, books and especially fiction books. Fantasy in where he could be who he wanted, travel where he wanted to go, and just be who he would never be. Looking at him, knees tucked to his chin in the corner on the floor, don't you want to reach out and hug his sadness away?
When the worst sound that could possibly interrupt his momentary courage signaled his next class, Jiyong did not want to leave. Maybe it was how stiff and plastic all the students were, how the were as fake and plain as the school emblem on his uniform pocket that he was amazed by them. Actually, it was more like he felt bemused by watching their tongues and thumbs fly when they themselves had wings. Perhaps they preferred this way, spending their imagination on Jiyong's non-existing social life, he liked the way in which the teased him with a sort of primitive envy in their eyes. Yes, he adored how they isolated but secretly idolized him. It made him laugh how they molded him into this fearless bad boy as they simultaneously created every wrong doing he had ever done. In their sheltered lives, Jiyong was the one who did drugs, drank, had sex with whoever he wanted, and just whatever they wanted him (or what they wanted) to do.
When Jiyong sat in his seat, very back now mind you, he listened to the gossip loudly whispered. Maybe Jiyong should dye his hair, it sounds as if he does it frequently to the blond barbie doll in front of him. She did nothing to hide the looks and snickers she sent his way, "How juvenile," was Jiyong's thought. It was kind of sad to think that variety was such a delicacy here, that it was such a longed for taste that people made their own variety. But as with all savory flavors, too much of it and it is no longer good. So when people made variety, it was usually a delicious rumor. Which is not good, at least not for Jiyong.
"I heard that this new boy has been to the state prison, twice!" New boy? When Jiyong looked up from his lyrical doodles, he saw a lanky boy in an ill-fitting uniform. This did not hide the fact that he was at least a head taller than Jiyong. The stranger's raven hair fell over the glasses that were half stylish. He had nice skin, lips between his bright teeth. After basically running from the teacher and shrinking at the stares everyone gave him, he sat by Jiyong. When the teacher jumped into ways to create a perfect thesis a note fluttered onto Jiyong's desk. 'My name is Seunghyun Choi. May I know yours?' 'Jiyong Kwon, well Seunghyun, welcome to Kryptos Academy.'