Hotmess
When people use the word pure you think not dirty things yet a clean mind, never would dare to do anything terrible 'goodie two shoes' as you could put it.
Well when some people at Gangnam high hear 'pure' they think Do Kyungsoo, the purest creature you could imagine, never swore, amazing grades, loved by almost everyone, kind, shy and sweet.
"Pure"
School was something he flew through with flying colors, straight A's, great friends, and amazing parents.
His parents loved him, and everything about him made them proud to call him their son.
His family's reputation was good, they were known for looks, wealth and talent. Kyungsoo was something else. He could hear anything, you name it a piece of music and he could replicate it with any other instrument and his voice.
He could memorize anything, photographic memory was a blessing yet a curse but the curse never really played a role.
Singing was something he was gifted with, he was told by many his voice was something no from earth although he was too humble to accept such compliments
When you hear someone call something 'impure' you think ually ruined, cruel and mean, cursing like a sailor and not giving a rat's about the world around you.
Jongin has his rock bottom, parent's drug & alcohol abuse, getting angry with him when he did badly in school and kicking him out from time to time but he would always go back. Earning a selective beating each time.
Parties & Girls owned his mind, every weekend was something new, whether a party was booming or he earned another on his phone to for sometime that suited him.
He would lie without guilt he felt nothing towards anyone, love was something he never cared about. He was cold, cruel, dirty ually dirty was like it, mean and heartless, his heart was covered in ice and nothing, not even the warmest fire could melt the ice sheering his heart.
"Impure"
His parents would tell him everytime he would return after being kicked out "You impure and dirty !" his mother would shout bursting his eardrums
If it existed his parents would love each other and himself.
School was something he wouldn't care about, straight F's in everything, maybe a C or D once in a while if he was lucky.
He wasn't talented according to his parents, but to his friends his voice was something that angels would sound like, Kim Jongin to his friends was like a professional dancer but he never thought so.
He would rarely dance, he knew he was untalented and rotten and wanted to live that way, no matter what.
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"You were a problem child
Been grounded your whole life
So now you running wild
Playing with them good girls
Naw that ain't your style
You think your hot
and I love it, I love it, I love it
Yeah, yeah
Stumbling but yeah, you're still looking hella fine
Keep doing what you're doing and I'ma make you mine
Well, you're a hot mess and I'm falling for you
And I'm like hot damn! let me make you my boo
Cause you can shake it shake it shake it
Yeah you know what to do
You're a hot mess
I'm loving it-hell yes!"
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