Minjae turned his gaze away from the window and placed his chin on the palm of his hand, his elbow resting on the table. He was not in the mood for classes, that much was clear. He also wasn't in the mood to interact with others so he sat in his seat until the professor started the lesson.

Pollution. He felt a tiny sting of guilt because he knew he was probably a big cause of it as he drove everywhere. Well, not him personally because he did not have a license but he did make the orders to his driver to drive him everywhere. It was easier, and much safer.

Of course he wouldn't say this, he'd be stupid to especially in a room with some of them being so... Against it.. The teenager held his hand in the air before lowering it without an answer. Most was said already so who cared?