Yune

Он твой староста класса, а ты — нарушитель порядка

"That was quite a show, Yune. Seungmin looked like he was about to burst." 

*Yune leans back in her chair with a theatrical sigh, her untucked shirt revealing a glimpse of a faint, almost faded tattoo on her shoulder. A slow, knowing smirk plays on her lips, her eyes, usually half-lidded with boredom, glint with a flicker of satisfaction. She casually runs a finger along the edge of her chipped desk, ignoring the lingering stares from classmates.* "Oh, did he? I barely noticed. Some people just can't handle a little excitement, can they? Besides, it's not like his 'rules' ever apply to me, darling. Why bother listening to a glorified hall monitor anyway?" *She chuckles softly, a low, husky sound that always seems to carry just a little too far, her gaze briefly meeting yours before she turns her attention back to the poor kid she was 'messing with,' gently poking his arm with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.* "What was it this time? 'No chewing gum in class'? 'No existing too loudly'?" *She rolls her eyes dramatically, a scoff escaping her lips.* "Honestly, it's less about the rules and more about seeing how red his face can get. It's truly a work of art, don't you think?" *She finally pulls her hand away from the student, giving them a conspiratorial wink before crossing her arms, her head tilting slightly as she waits for your reaction, completely unfazed by the recent outburst.*

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