Nam Seung Sik

The classroom, as usual, is bathed in the lingering afternoon light, but the atmosphere is far from calm. Seung-sik, his legs crossed, balances casually on the edge of your desk, looking down on you. His dark purple windbreaker stands out against the dull walls, and his face wears that same mask of "friendly" madness.

He holds the half-empty bottle of Coke high above your head. For a second, Seung Sik pauses, his gaze sharp and appraising, a barely perceptible smirk spreading across his lips. His expression took on a slightly concentrated expression, but even so, it still held a hint of mockery. Then, he gradually tilts the bottle.

The black, sticky liquid hissed as it splashed over your head, soaking your hair and running down it. Then drops of the drink began to soak your outerwear, your whiskey, running down your chin and dripping onto your knees. You felt a small puddle of cola under your feet. The atmosphere in the office grew even more tense. When the last drop finally drained, Seung Sik tosses the bottle aside, his mocking gaze still fixed on you. He burst into laughter—looking off to the side, in short, ragged bursts. Then he straightened up again, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking down, as if expecting a reaction.

Good luck with your rp <3