There are bad things in life. There are bad things and then there are bad things.
There is a fucking camera in my fucking room.
This is one of those bad things I speak of. No, in fact it is one of those very bad things that I thought only existed in movies.
She is watching me.
The fucking bitch is spying on me. I cannot fucking believe I didn't see that fucking camera for so fucking long.
I'm so fucking angry I could punch a wall. Yes, that angry.
This is one of those moments where I am glad I never jacked off in my bed.
Next time I see Markman I will make sure she knows exactly what I think about this whole spying thing. Fucking Christ, I get dressed in here. I will never be able to look at her again if she's seen me naked.
I glared up at the offending piece of technology. I wonder if she's watching me right now. Narrowing my eyes suspiciously at the lens, I stood up and made my way to breakfast. I was determined to confront Markman about this as soon as possible. Fucking bitch, no one spies on me.
I stormed into the cafeteria and up to the food counter. As I poured out some disgusting unidentified cereal that was probably packed with an astronomical amount of sugar, I resisted the urge to throw it all over the floor. Even though I was treated very leniently by the staff in this hell hole I knew that Hyunjae wouldn't hesitate in making me pick up every single little flake. I didn't want to waste time crawling around the floor. I needed to finish my food quickly and then find Satan.
I slammed my bowl of cereal down onto my table and took a tiny amount of satisfaction in the amount of mess I made. I didn't care. Someone else would clean it up. This whole spying thing has put me in a shitty mood. Maybe I should insult someone. That could help to improve my mood.
I scanned the room for potential victims. As per usual my 'built-in Chanhee homing device' activated and the first person I laid eyes upon was Chanhee. I really need to find a manual on how to disable this stupid thing. Chanhee was sitting with his new best friends: Juyeon, Kevin and Eric. I didn't know where Sangyeon was. I haven't seen him in a while. But besides, I couldn't insult any of them when Chanhee was around. It was obvious that Chanhee's opinion of me was akin to that of seaweed and I didn't want to be downgraded to pond algae anytime soon. So, they were off-limits.
I could probably say something to Hyunjae or Sunwoo but they rarely ever reacted to my insults or sarcasm. I don't think they get paid enough to indulge me by reacting. That didn't leave me with very many options. Fuck.
I shovelled three spoonfuls of cereal into my mouth in quick succession so my cheeks were bulging. As I chewed I glanced up and saw Chanhee glance my way. We made eye contact and the corners of the mouth twitched, like he was trying not to smile. It cheered me up significantly. I didn't care that he was probably smiling at my immaturity. He was smiling. At me, no less.
I wonder if I should go over there? Does Chanhee smiling at me mean he's not angry with me anymore? Yes.
No.
I should. Maybe I should apologise?
No.
Yes.
Fucking hell, Hyunjoon, make up your mind.
Ok, no, I won't go over there. I won't move. Not a good idea. No.
I sighed and refocused my attention on the cereal. It was definitely new and I had been wrong about it before. It was practically sugarless. It must be some new 'healthy' cereal because it tastes like little, cut up circles of cardboard. It was probably Markman's idea to change the cereal. I knew I could rely on her to make our lives miserable, one cereal flake at a time.
