My spot: Sungjong X (open, someone play with me!)
Sungjong wandered into the library, heading for a spot that he'd mentally marked off as his space. A comfortable chair in the corner where a bit of sunlight from a window came in over his shoulder and a shelf in front of him made a handy foot rest. His expression and mood were a little sour this afternoon. He was lonely though he wouldn't exactly admit it, even if he had someone other than hyung to admit it to.
His fingers ran through his hair in a distracted manner and he absently tugged at the inky black strands at the back of his neck. He was feeling a certain craving starting to fill up his senses and he was going to have to find somebody to give him what he wanted soon.
Turning the corner, he laid eyes on his spot... only to find someone else comfortably settled into the chair with what looked like a drink and a book. Chewing on his lip, he hesitated, not sure what to do. His first impulse was to tell the person to move... but that wasn't really polite and most likely it wasn't wise either.
