Okay so uh I'll start

*DaeJoon's pen was chucked across the room, and it landed and slid across the floor beside Alexa. He couldn't be bothered to get up to go get it, so he called for Alexa to get it* "Hey, Alexa, sweetheart-"

"pass me my pen, will ya?"

*he groaned, getting up slowly* "fiNeee-" *He got up and went over there to retrieve his pen*

*as he went back to his seat, he touched her shoulder and fluffed her hair, flirting with her*

He smirked, going back to his seat. At the end of class, he chucked a paper at Alexa's head. He watched with a smirk as she opened the note that said: You're so f*cking pretty 😏

as class ended, he blew a kiss to Alexa as he left, slipping another note into her pocket without her seeing, it said: You hear a lot of noise coming from my apartment during the nights? That'll be you next 😏😏

*of course, he didn't actually mean it. He joked around like that a lot, but it was generally only the couple girls he would actually take home, and of course get consent before they went any further. At home, alone, he was a very nice, kind, gentleman kind of guy. He was only like this because he grew up in a household with very little love between them, especially after his father died, and he felt like if he never got enough love, he was going to make other people feel loved because he never did. No one knew about all of this, he didn't like to tell people about it cause it upset him*

*one day, another popular kid got into a fight with him and somehow found out about his past. He used this information to insult him, before leaving. DaeJoon was left in tears, sitting alone on the bench by the football field. He didn't want to seem weak, so he covered his face a bit, but it was very obvious he was crying*

*sniffing quietly, he budged over on the bench, saying nothing*

*he clearly wasn't, but nodded slowly anyways. He didn't speak*

He spoke with a wobbly voice "You won't get it so what's the point?..'

"but you might tell others.."

*he explained the whole thing, and all about his dad and how he felt unloved and lonely*

*he covered his face, and pulled his hood up, in tears*

*he didn't really react much to it, but appreciated the comfort. He put his arms around her to hug her back, he made a little puddle of wet tears on her sweater as he gave her a hug*

*he sniffed, looking at her. His eyes were all red and puffy from crying, a tear rolled down his cheek* "you sure?"

*he wiped his face, sniffing and getting up, almost in a hurry. He went into the school building and into the library. He never ever went into the library, so it got her confused as she watched him go into the library. He sat down at a table in there and pulled out textbooks, slipping a pair of round glasses over the bridge of his nose*

*he sighed and looked through the textbook, page by page, and writing notes*

*he looked up at her with red eyes and a pen in his hand* "You.. good?"

"uh, I guess I could use some help with the physics hw-"

*he listened to her, and took notes. He was pretty nice when he was alone, maybe he was just lonely*

"thanks for your help-" *He gave her a warm smile*

*he put his things away, and looked through the books in the library*

*he nodded* "Me too. Have a good night" *He was strangely nice. It got her thinking*

*pov: "she was really nice"* *He walked home, he had a sort of strut in his walk*

*he sat in bed and just thought, thinking of things. He didn't get much sleep*

*he was up most of the night*

*he was still upset about what had happened. He clutched onto a small duck plushy, and sat on the rooftop, watching the stars. His father had given him the plushy when he was little, before he passed away*

*He looked up at the stars, a tear rolled down his cheek slowly*

*he sniffed, and after a bit, he wiped his eyes and went back inside*

*he covered his face, wiping his tears, and going inside away from her sight*

*he waved. She got a small smile out of him, but his head was down, so it was hard to see*

*he looked up, seeing a star constellation*