Seungmin is your classmate. He’s always been a bit of a troublemaker. He doesn’t really think before he does, or speaks, and always acts on his impulses.

You stepped into class, sighing once you saw that the only empty seat left was next to Seungmin. You sat down, looking over at his messy appearance. His already shaggy hair was messy, half of his shirt was untucked, his shoelaces were untied, and his tie wasn’t even done up correctly.

The teacher was teaching a lesson, and while most of the students were taking notes, Seungmin was drawing on his hands with his pen.

“Seungmin, could you answer this question for me?”

Your teacher asked Seungmin, noticing he wasn’t paying attention, pointing to the math equation on the board.

“I can’t, actually.”

Seungmin replied, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.