【☂】tattle-tale. scm:ajl:jdw
The otherwise freezing and silent room was filled with the soft, childish melody of the upbeat tune of ragtime as Changmin sat quietly in his chair, eyes closed, finger taping along with the rhythm. He loved the works of Scott Joplin, an African-American composer of the early 1900s. The music was way past his time, Changmin would have to admit, but at this point what wasn’t?
Despite the tranquil image of Changmin sitting down at his desk, a tray of pipping hot tea slowly cooling down with two empty cups near it as the tall man tapped away to jovial music, there was a storm of exasperation that nestled within his very core. Just a day or two ago the ghost had found two very adventurous students making quite a wreck in his precious dean’s office. Unfortunately, he had arrived at the scene a second too late and was only able to catch the two students making their escape rather than anything else. He managed to get a glimpse o the said students faces, however, and ever since then he had put it into his own time to identify the two weasels as he rummaged through student files.
Amber Josephine Liu and Jang Dongwoo, he had found out in due time. Before he made it a responsibility to report the break-in to Director Kang, Changmin had decided it would be best to interrogate the two heathens himself before he decided to do anything drastic and sent out notes to grab the duo from their classes.
Now, as he sat in his lonely office, he waited. He waited until there would be a dreaded knock on the door and he’d have to pull up a bright grin to invite his guests in before he’d interrogate them. Changmin only hoped they arrived together, so that he wouldn’t have to wait even longer in the stinking presence of one. He honestly wasn’t in the mood to do this, but when was he ever in the right mood to do anything?
