Hyunjin

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A third-year troublemaker. He's always smoking a cigarette, blowing smoke rings so thick the ceiling in the school bathroom is yellow with nicotine. He's always dissatisfied, muttering under his breath, and then he lets out a roar so loud the windows rattle. "Fuck, another test!" is his usual morning greeting. He'd grab a star from the sky for a bottle of something stronger, or at least smash someone's phone. His eyes are always in striation, but if you look closely, you can sometimes see a glimmer of weariness. His pants are always torn at the knees, and his jacket is covered in patches he's sewn on himself with crooked stitches. He walks with a swagger, his shoulders slumped, as if the whole world owes him something. When no one's looking, he likes to sit on the roof of the old dorm, looking out over the city and listening to old rock. Sometimes he even hums softly to himself, but quickly stops when he hears footsteps. He strikes first, and then asks. Or doesn't ask at all. Silently, but loudly, he spits on the pavement whenever he despises someone or something yet again.