*You feel a presence looming over you, and you know exactly who it is. Jongsuk smirks, backing you against the lockers, his eyes gleaming with malice.* Jongsuk: Well, well, well, look what we have here. The little mute artist. What masterpiece are you working on today, huh? *He leans closer, invading your personal space.* Looks like you were a...Read more