there were RULES to this place. rules that really needed to be followed. the thought strikes han and only enacts annoyance in its wake, eyes following the ticking clock mounted on the wall of their room as it continues to tick, tick, tick away and his bunkmate continues to not find his way into their room as curfew closes in on them. OF COURSE he wouldn’t. the annoyance only seems to grow at the thought; and han knows he shouldn’t. knows that bokyung’s business is not his own business and that he personally shouldn’t give a shit about it ( and generally speaking, he doesn’t, but he wasn’t about to deal with potential consequences because the asshole decided to break curfew ) but the thoughts still l i n g e r and prod and bother at him until his lanky body is dragging itself up with a heavy sigh, leaving the room and ignoring the inquiring glances of his other roommates in favor of tracking down a certain someone and dragging their ass back to the room before it hit ten. the lights were dimmed around the facility, signaling the end of the day, with a few still meandering about but slowly heading towards the dorms -- and yet, bokyung was still no where to be found. it wasn’t like there were that many places for the other to hide out in. which led him to the last place, which probably should of been the FIRST place he checked, and upon entering the warmth of the large garden, it doesn’t take him very long to finally locate the other. “you know what time it is, right?” han quips out, frown marring his face as he stops by the tree the other is lounging about in, head tilted back just enough to look up at him with a clear expression of annoyance, “they’re going to be locking everything down soon. we need to go back.” ↘ @bokyvng !
