Trash || Jongsuk & Krystal
After finishing up her study sessions, Krystal ran out of things to do. Luckily, she had finished all of her art projects and handed them all in on time--and she proud of them all, for once that is, considering that she was the type to put things to last minute which ended up being a failure, she was quite proud of the work she's been handing in the past week or so. It gave her more reassurance that she was fit to become a future artist. Walking through the campus, she looked around, seeing familiar faces that were rushing past by her trying to get to their classes. It was good that she had a spare period, or she wouldn't even be wandering around the campus at this time.
It was then, a familiar figure was sitting on the bench by the fountain, and instantly, she knew who the person was. The corner of her lips curved into a smirk, as she crept up behind the person who was relaxing on the bench, and wrapped her arms around his head, putting him into a headlock from behind.
"Gotcha! That's what you get for ignoring me all the time in the halls." Krystal snickered, playfully ruffling the older boy's hair.