lee taeyong. a literal prick. he couldn’t get any more annoying. who does he think he is? you wanted nothing but for him and his ego to burn in hell. if it weren’t for him and god-complexed self, you wouldn’t be stuck in detention with him.

you glared daggers at him when he entered the classroom. you watch him take a seat on the other side of the room. you quietly sigh in relief, happy you didn’t have to deal with his bullshit.

this is going to be one long hour.