As coexistence, there was a boy sat in an empty class, the air tingling cold; crisp at most.
He crossed-over his legs, two boys then hovering beside him, both with a look of entitlement painted across their faces.
"Hey. Kang Daejung, are you seriously going to just sit like a princess?"
Daejung suddenly exhaled, "Well why should I let that 'filthy thing' come in contact with myself?" He raises his head, shoving his foot into the face of a boy on the floor.
"Pathetic." His eyes glare, with an intoxicating tension. "So it is you who is to stay in my dorm? Why so uncomplient? Huhhh?"
The air felt thick. Goosebumps would form if they could. Scary? Intimidating?
With a grin painted all over his face, his blonde highlights hovered over his eyes, Daejung grabbed the boy's neck, pressuring it so he couldn't breathe. There was no attempt to escape.
The victim stammered, "Daejun -cough-"
"What." Grinding his teeth.
"-I, I c-cant breathe.."
"And?" Gripping the boy's collar tight, slamming him against the wall. "Swap with Jinnyeoung. Or else you're useless."
"-cough cough-..p–please.." He couldn't speak. How could he, his breath thinning to soon stop, however there was a certain reflux.
[A change of heart?]
He abruptly lets go, snapping into his (other) senses, "Whatever. Why should I need a response? Just go.." He lets out a sigh.
[Figures.]
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