Jongin didn't have much action in his life. Most of his time was spent either walking around the campus with a smirk on his face and an unlit cigarette in his hand, striding down the hallways like he was the living Adonis, or he was embarrassing himself through attempts to flirt with the ladies. He wooed the ladies, oh he did. He could get them swooning in seconds, but what was embarrassing was how corny he was. It was basically cringe worthy. The only reason it worked for him was that he had mastered the ways to perfectly execute those lines with utmost confidence and swagger that it didn't sound like he just called you a booger because he would pick you first. If any other guy were to try that out, they would be on the floor grabbing their nuts in pain, because why would you even call a girl a booger? 

He never really bothered to attend classes or socialise with anyone else. However, his bunking streaks would not lead to his downfall, because he was a total er to the female teachers that he couldn't possibly fail. And to the male teachers, he just taught them the tips and tricks on how to woo said female teachers. 

His passion for photography died out long ago. Unfortunately for him, his parents were of the incredibly artsy nature and wanted him to pursue in 'what his true passion of art' was. And unfortunately for them, their handsome son who once took photographs for the mayor and the local newspaper and several art exhibitions had now lost his touch. He merely lost all sense of interest in snapping pictures, like a bright flame blowing out without even a small sign of a breeze. He never had a reason for his sudden disinterest either. He merely blamed it on human nature and our quick attention spans, always using the excuse that he never would have gotten a great job from photography anyway. He didn't give a rats about photography anymore, and yet he still took the course just to fulfill his parent's wish for him to excel in his eduction and make them proud. If only they knew how much of a he gave about it now. 

He was glad that he took the class though, or else he may have never met the new circle of friends that he quite thoroughly enjoyed being with now. He enjoyed that his constant teasing and horrible humor made them laugh, punch him in the shoulder and make him fall off his chair. Jongin's past friendships were all superficial, none of them lasted longer than a few weeks of large group parties and discussion about vague and boring topics that he expected 15 year old high schoolers to talk about, let alone college s