📎 2:30 pm ; kim sunwoo
— fluff, suggestive
warnings: slight attempt of harassment, cussing/foul words
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"hoping that your boyfriend will save your petty ass, huh? if he really loves you, why did he ditch you for his soccer practice?" the taller male chuckled, his left arm caging you against the locker.
"how many times do i have to tell you that i don’t like you? go fuck yourself." he only smirked at your harsh words, his hand attempting to touch you under your skirt but you quietly gasped when you saw your boyfriend holding his wrist with a sharp glare.
"keep your fucking hands to yourself. stop trying because she's mine and mine alone." sunwoo spats, his gaze more intense than ever.
"let's just go, dude. leave the girl alone." one of the guys mentioned, patting his shoulder.
the latter got out of sunwoo's grasp, slowly walking away while he eyed you and your boyfriend up and down.
"did that asshole touch you? fuck baby, i'm sorry." his eyes scanned you as soon as the guy left, patting your skirt to get rid of the dust and whatever dirt that guy has on his hands.
sunwoo's not the type of person you could mess with. almost everyone is intimidated just by his presence alone and you couldn't deny the fact that it makes him insanely hot.
"no, i'm okay. i was about to strangle him anyway." you joked, his expression softened.
"how's practice?" you said, lifting your hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead.
"it's okay. as usual, your boyfriend has been praised by the coach again. he even said—" you stopped walking when his words was cut off.
"what? why?" you curiously asked, his eyes narrowing at your uniform.
"is it just me or did your skirt get shorter?" he whispered next to your ear, taking your hand and intertwining it with his.
"uhh, i don't know?" you innocently answered.
"i could just take you on the chemistry lab and no one will ever know." he whispered, making you blush at the sudden tone.
"do it, then."
that was all it took to make you and sunwoo situated in the dimmed chemistry lab at the nearby building. your back pressed against his chest as he holds you through your jaw to kiss you hard, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip.
"you're all mine, slut."
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