#zelobia

He had walked away calmly and with his pride intact. But, jeez, what jerk-wads! Okay, sure they had their own little group going already before Beomgyu walked up and tried to join the conversation. At first they were just ignoring him and speaking over him as loudly as possible. But the stubborn boy spoke louder and even considered sitting down. It was only this group and him in the library right now, after all, what would it hurt if he just-

Oh. Okay it’s very obvious he’s not wanted. So now the boy sulks, not wanting to return to his room yet and having no-one else to talk to. Beomgyu sat on the other side of the room, his arms folded on the table and head laying on them. After a moment he began unconsciously doodling onto the table with a marker. The stick-figure began to move, kicking a ball and then jumping rope. He lifted his head to look at the group who were now cackling like hyenas at something someone said. Beomgyu mocked their laugh with a twisted face before dropping his head back down- only to be met with the sight of a stranger just behind. He blinked in surprise.

“H- hi?”