★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry
It was quiet here. Unlike Jun's dorm for once. His dorm mates were being loud and hyper today. All he wanted to do was sleep. Rubbing his eyes, exhaustion showing on his face, Jun tried writing a letter to his brother. But couldn't properly set the words on the paper. So instead, he ended up making scribbled on the page and flopped on the couch, legs dangling over the armrest. "What was I gonna write to him?" He mumbled to himself, twirling the quill around in his left hand. Sitting up a bit, Jun only managed to write 'Dear brother who's too tall for his age' at the top of the page.
Flopping back down, the boy decided to give up and close his eyes. Maybe a twenty minute nap would help right now.
__________________ I don't bend easy, budge or break;
Trust me, you don't want it with the female Scarface; |