❝ fuck me like you hate me. ❞
( 🍯 ) in which lee jeno is 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗰 and
somehow manages to catch the eyes
of two notorious 𝗺𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 members.
❝ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢�...
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"What the fuck just happened?"
Donghyuck questioned as he entered the silent room, all heads turning to look at him. He was running a little late because he was busy admiring the cute english major who always seemed to roam about campus with zero clue on where he's actually headed.
"I just bumped into Sena on the way here and she was all crying and shit so i-"
He was cut off when a cold hand pressed itself onto his lips, closing them shut. Muffled whispers were heard all around the student meeting room as Jisung- a tall yet timid nineteen year old majoring in dance- glared at Donghyuck in hopes of shutting him up.
The sunkissed male looked extremely confused, eyebrows furrowing as he looked up at the younger. Jisung remained silent, discreetly gesturing his head towards a fuming jeno. Donghyuck looked to his left and felt shivers crawl up his spine the moment he noticed Jeno's spiteful eyes glaring into his own.
Before he could remove Jisung's hand and speak up, Jeno angrily stomped out the door.
"Mmh- fucking- let me go!"
Donghyuck shouted, repeatedly punching the poor boy's shoulder as punishment for shutting him up so rudely.
"Ow, hyung- wait- OW!
"You're dead, Park Jisung!"
"What-"
Before the purple haired male could comprehend what was happening, he was being chased by an angry midget.
"JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU CATCH THESE HANDS!"
"Jesus, where the fuck is she?"
Jeno growled as he ran around the hallway, franctically turning every once in a while in hopes of seeing Sena somewhere along the way. He had been looking for her for a few minutes already and he was this (A/N 🤏) close to giving up before he finally caught sight of the familiar gold rose hairclip sitting atop a black abyss of hair.
He inched closer, heart aching as he could hear her loud sobs echo inside his head. The boy took long strides over to the girl sitting on a bench near the stairway which led to the third floor. With each step he took, his heartbeat increased- cheeks heating up despite the gnawing feeling of guilt weighing on his mind.
"Fuck you, you asshole!"
She suddenly screamed, punching the wall in frustration. Sena gasped as she watched blood trickle down her fist, the broken skin seeping with the burgundy liquid. Jeno stopped in his tracks, eyes widening as he watched the girl just stare at her wounded hand.
"Sena!"
He called out.
Sena turned aorund, panic overtaking her and before he could reach her, she broke into a sprint. The girl ran like her life depended on it, stumbling over some discarded backpacks but quickly regaining her composure.
