[well, this is officially The Worst, as far as nam soon sees it.
he's now a combination of jealous over heung soo being in there alone with sooha (not that he'd admit it), annoyed with mireu for even existing, and embarrassed that this is becoming a major display in the hallway.
for the time being, he's completely electing to not reply to what mireu has to say—that guy is nothing but a hassle to nam soon anyway, and he doesn't even feel like it dignifies a response. his jaw is clenched as he shoots a glare in heung soo's direction, and it's one that says exactly what he's thinking. 'What the hell is this?'
there's no doubt that it's something sooha can pick up on. mireu's implication that nam soon was purposely left out of this is now on the forefront of his mind; even if he wouldn't have been interested in being there with those guys for any other reason than to hang out with heung soo and keep an eye on things. this... this? it's a little too much. when it's like this, nam soon can't really understand what heung soo is thinking, or why he's been left out so completely. there's no way to make himself look any better now, either. he's been caught snooping around because he didn't know what was going on—he was never invited to begin with.
so in typical nam soon fashion, rather than actually try to explain himself and maybe diffuse the situation a bit, he sighs and clicks his tongue as he shoves his hands into the pocket of his coat. his head shakes slightly before he turns and begins to walk away. he's some strange blend of furious, hurt and jealous now, and he'd much rather remain silent and leave heung soo to his fun with these new replacement bastards than try to justify his own actions. he knows he's a pretty worthless guy, but this sinks him pretty low on the charts.]
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he's now a combination of jealous over heung soo being in there alone with sooha (not that he'd admit it), annoyed with mireu for even existing, and embarrassed that this is becoming a major display in the hallway.
for the time being, he's completely electing to not reply to what mireu has to say—that guy is nothing but a hassle to nam soon anyway, and he doesn't even feel like it dignifies a response. his jaw is clenched as he shoots a glare in heung soo's direction, and it's one that says exactly what he's thinking. 'What the hell is this?'
there's no doubt that it's something sooha can pick up on. mireu's implication that nam soon was purposely left out of this is now on the forefront of his mind; even if he wouldn't have been interested in being there with those guys for any other reason than to hang out with heung soo and keep an eye on things. this... this? it's a little too much. when it's like this, nam soon can't really understand what heung soo is thinking, or why he's been left out so completely. there's no way to make himself look any better now, either. he's been caught snooping around because he didn't know what was going on—he was never invited to begin with.
so in typical nam soon fashion, rather than actually try to explain himself and maybe diffuse the situation a bit, he sighs and clicks his tongue as he shoves his hands into the pocket of his coat. his head shakes slightly before he turns and begins to walk away. he's some strange blend of furious, hurt and jealous now, and he'd much rather remain silent and leave heung soo to his fun with these new replacement bastards than try to justify his own actions. he knows he's a pretty worthless guy, but this sinks him pretty low on the charts.]