[M] a moment in time (1/1)

Youngmin sat at his desk and stared at the blinking curser that seemed to mock him from the nearly empty page of his laptop.  He absently chewed on the end of his pen without noticing the ink staining his lips.  What do they want to see, he wondered?  He started to type a sentence, then frowning with the pen still in his mouth he backspaced it away.  "What if they won't accept me?", he asked aloud.  He hurridly glanced around, feeling foolish to be talking to himself, but there was noone else in the room.  Gritting his teeth in annoyance he heard the pen crack in his mouth and felt something liquid run across his bottom lip.  Reaching up he removed the pen and stared at the black ink that ran down the length of it, now staining his fingers, and felt a drop of ink fall from the bottom of his lip to his laptop keyboard.  "Fucking stupid fucking pen!", he shouted, and without thinking threw it across the room.  He realized his mistake too late to do anything other than watch as the pen left his hand to spiral through the air, spraying ink all over the room, and land on his new white concert shirt.  He stared for a moment, then jumped to his feet and rushed to the ink stained shirt.  He paused, then a smile crossed his face as he thought of a plan.  He quickly cleaned up all traces of ink from the room and disposed of the pen where noone would find it.  He giggled to himself as he hung the inkstained shirt in his twin brother Kwangmin's closet and put Kwangmin's clean shirt back where his used to be. Now, he thought, if he could only think of something great to write about to get accepted into a new roleplaying group.  Youngmin sat at his desk and stared at the blinking curser that seemed to mock him from the nearly empty page of his laptop, completely forgetting about the black inkstain on his mouth and lips.