With a rubber band in hand and a small, crumpled up piece of paper, he aimed towards the latter, one eye closing as he focused on his target. Releasing the rubber band in order to launch the piece of paper towards the other male, he quickly shifted away from sight. A mere chuckle emitting within the vicinity.
Biting down on his nails, Minseok tries to focus on a thought as he sat in the buildings common room. A sleek silver pen in the hand he wasn’t currently chewing on, he suddenly scoffs and sits up a little from his slouched position when he couldn’t come up with anything suitable for him to write. He was faced with writers block and it made him angry that he was unable to produce anything worth jotting down.
So when a paper ball hits him square in the face followed by the sound of amusement, he is beyond pissed. Getting up from his seat, the chair screeching against the floorboards beneath, Minseok follows a heavy and low chuckle of being laughed at and once rounding a corner, he is met with the perpetrator and he can’t help but shout.
"You!" His voice comes out unbelievably high, mind suddenly clear of one thought though. This kid was going to get what’s coming to him.
