“You think it’s fun to court trouble, because up where you are on your high horse it must seem like a good sport, Park.” 

A step closer saw the taller gulp as his personal space was infringed upon. 

“It’s not a sport anymore when you realize you’re getting pulled into the trouble instead of just watching from the side lines, waiting to be barge in and be the hero, is it?” 

Another step. Deft fingers spread out against his shoulders, dusting nonexistent dirt from the shoulder pads of his cutaway jacket and robbing the air from his lungs.

“Better think twice before sullying your hands on this e, mister"

Inspired by Vincent Van Gogh's life because who doesn't love tragedy and eccentricism tbh.

Also there will be themes of ion and depression aka leave now if you're not comfortable.