MINO HAD HIS eyes focused on the board and his ear in tuned to their professor as the discussion went on, but as the time passed by his focus faltered and it reached the extent where he had to straighten up his slouching posture.
his eyes took in his surrounding and something—the brightness of a phone screen—caught his attention, the figure of the person using the phone had this demeanor which did not settle in quite nicely with mino. ah. he snorted to himself as he realized who that person was.
mino forgot his name. was it yunsho? well, he really had no idea.
he did not care much about people not abiding rules, but he was itching to confront yunsho or whatever his name really was.
looking back, he had noticed the tendency of this classmate of his, he used his phone a lot during classes.
he must be a pureblood to not give a shit or two about it, mino thought to himself.
the professor had finally dismissed them, and mino collected his things and shoved them back into his sling bag; he slung it against his shoulder and approached the guy, “hey,” mino’s face was expressionless, “didn’t mean to be an annoying shit ‘bout this, but couldn’t help being bothered by your phone usage during class,” he made sure to keep his voice low so their professor won’t hear him.
“aren’t you a rep or something?” it was a harmless question, mino just really wanted to know if this boy’s as entitled as he assumed him to be.
@ynjunseo