Dream High {Jason/Pilsook ; lollipops}
I just wrote this for warmboys who has been bugging me for some Pilson. Maybe this will tide you over until I feel like writing anything something longer. At least Dream High is giving me what I want in terms of these two >:\ it's so short that I'm not even going to bother cutting XD
Lollipops; Dream High; Jason/Pilsook; PG; If it was a tribute, then it was to Coalemus, god of stupidity.
In reality, he didn't even really like lollipops. He wasn't the biggest fan of sweet things in general, and the first few offerings lay unopened in his apartment, mostly forgotten until the next one showed up on his locker door the next day at school. So he had quite a little collection by the time he caught her in the act, sticking it to his locker like some sort of tribute to the gods.
He found her fun. Not fun to be around, just something to make his day more entertaining. He writes it in the margin of his Japanese notes and realises for the first time that it's absolutely callous. He might as well have called her an experiment. Might has well have hooked her up to strings and made her dance for him.
If it was a tribute, then it was to Coalemus, god of stupidity.
Every time he finishes one of the god damn lollipops now, he stares at the stick like he could blame that for the way her voice is holding concerts in his dreams at night, or how his heart beats double time whenever he hears her name, or how he thinks he must have been crazy to have rejected her in the first place.
Because they'd said it, hadn't they? He remembered someone, somewhere, sometime, saying that she'd be pretty, one day, which was obviously kind of an understatement.
Maybe if she'd simply turned out pretty, he'd have found this easier.
Lollipops; Dream High; Jason/Pilsook; PG; If it was a tribute, then it was to Coalemus, god of stupidity.
In reality, he didn't even really like lollipops. He wasn't the biggest fan of sweet things in general, and the first few offerings lay unopened in his apartment, mostly forgotten until the next one showed up on his locker door the next day at school. So he had quite a little collection by the time he caught her in the act, sticking it to his locker like some sort of tribute to the gods.
He found her fun. Not fun to be around, just something to make his day more entertaining. He writes it in the margin of his Japanese notes and realises for the first time that it's absolutely callous. He might as well have called her an experiment. Might has well have hooked her up to strings and made her dance for him.
If it was a tribute, then it was to Coalemus, god of stupidity.
Every time he finishes one of the god damn lollipops now, he stares at the stick like he could blame that for the way her voice is holding concerts in his dreams at night, or how his heart beats double time whenever he hears her name, or how he thinks he must have been crazy to have rejected her in the first place.
Because they'd said it, hadn't they? He remembered someone, somewhere, sometime, saying that she'd be pretty, one day, which was obviously kind of an understatement.
Maybe if she'd simply turned out pretty, he'd have found this easier.