— sneak attack; changmin, yoona
she is not afraid to admit that her latest endeavour is an exceedingly childish one. it truly is a new level of juvenile behaviour for her — and something she is immensely proud of; never mind the fact that only a very mischievous five-year old would have thought up the same plan. in the chaos encompassing the entirety of bullworth at the moment, she knew that her petty little ploy of revenge would not bother anyone else other than her target; and possibly garner a few well-deserved snickers to boot.
she had been waiting for this fateful day; her excitement was made physical through the incessant tapping of her long pale fingers on every available surface, the minuscule quirk of her lips as her thoughts turned every so often to her ingenious little plan. and now, finally, as her electronic clock strikes one in the morning, yoona rises from her sitting position on her bed and smiles deviously. with a swipe of her hand, her weapon of choice is tucked neatly (and safely) away in her pocket. her fingers grasp the edge of her black hood and she brings it up to rest low on her head, covering eyes. she knows that the dead of night is upon her, but she can’t be too cautious; to attract any sort of suspicion would eventually lead to her downfall. she needed absolute stealth. and she would do her damned best to achieve it.
with nearly inaudible steps, she manages to slink out of her dorm room and past the numerous greasers prowling around the girls’ dorm — why they had chosen to defend this particular building as their own was beyond her, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and with their garage trashed to tiny little pieces, the greasers definitely were scroungers. she makes the trek across the wrecked campus quickly and stealthily — and there are no eyes following her as she slips right into the building called harrington hall. the place is an utter mess, she muses with a raised eyebrow, but her aim is not to amuse herself by seeing the wreckage first-hand. it is for another matter entirely.
"it was 1a," she mutters under her breath, stepping gingerly over the piles of rubbish littering the previously immaculate corridors. she eyes the doors carefully until she finds the one labelled ‘1a’; stopping before it, she smiles in twisted satisfaction —the door, she can clearly tell, is unlocked. broken from the greasers’ whirlwind trashing. unfortunate for the room’s owner, but it worked out for her cause.
with the utmost care, yoona pushes open the door with her fingertips; it falls easily away, revealing a large, spacious room. it isn’t nearly as damaged as she would’ve thought, considering the owner — the leader of the greasers certainly went easy on the boy. moonlight shines from the broken windows of the room, and with the meagre light, yoona locates her target, lying unassuming on the bed. her smirk widens, and she pulls out her weapon; the light of the moon catches the silver, illuminating the scissors in her hands. with quiet steps, the doe-eyed girl tiptoes over to the motionless boy on the bed, opening and closing her scissors with vigour. she reaches the body on the bed and bends down near his head — gathers a handful of dark hair between her fingers, and readies herself to cut.
"shim changmin, you are so going to regret ever pissing me off."