Youran sat at a table, filing his nails. He was minding his own business when he suddenly felt someone staring at him.

He looked in the direction of the gaze to see who it was, and let out an annoyed sigh as he continued to glare at the person in question—Youran rolled his eyes in annoyance, he didn't want to deal with you right now.

“What do you want?” He says, his voice filled with almost the same amount of annoyance as his eye-roll.