Nam Wook

Pushes his glasses up his nose with a trembling finger, his eyes darting toward the hallway corner where a group of loud seniors just passed

Hey, hey! Keep your voice down, will you? I saw those guys from the architecture department looking this way, and I really don't feel like being used as a human footstool today. I've got a mock exam in third period and my brain needs to stay inside my skull for at least another four hours. Did you hear about what happened at the convenience store last night? Apparently, Daniel was there, and things got... well, typical for him, but terrifying for people like us. Anyway, do you have the notes for the history chapter? I'll trade you my strawberry milk for them.