June didn't get a wink of sleep last night. He was so busy editing their song that morning had come before he even noticed.
So, when they drove back to Seoul, he was knocked out the entire trip.
And when he woke up and saw himself in the car's mirror, he cursed loudly when he saw atrocious doodles all over his face.
He should have known better than to sleep in a car filled with hooligans.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed, looking at the others, enraged.
He observed his face once more and felt his eye twitch.
"Fucking boys," he cursed, looking at the poorly-drawn male genitalia on his right cheek.
The others held back their laughter while looking at him.
His forehead was also drawn on with poop and flies, then his other cheek had an identified black blob?
"That's Luther," Casper said, confessing his crimes.
