-"¡callarse la boca!" -"Hazme."

SunWon: Strawberries and Cigarettes

Sunoo’s a good boy, he listens and obeys well, that’s why he's chosen to be the Schools leader. He’s also smart and is admired by a lot of students.

Oh yeah, admired. How the so-called students want to fuck that perky ass, mark that soft pinkish skin of his, make him cry, and drool for more like he has no brain.

Everyone fantasizes about the innocent Kim Sunoo. Everyone dreams of corrupting the little boy's mind, to turn him into nothing but a pretty little doll.

— He’s a good boy, that’s why he’s roaming around the building like a dog to check if all the students had gone to their respective classes. Hands clutching on the clipboard, against his chest. He looks just like an innocent boy like those in the movies we’ve watched.

He groaned, finally reaching the rooftop. His legs are giving up on him from walking up and down the long ass stairs. He opened the door, not knowing that the bitter and intoxicating smell of cigarettes will greet his nostrils along with the cool wind.

Quickly, he tried to cover his nose and fan the smell away. He hates it, it smells bad.

He successfully made it halfway thru the rooftop, coughing his lungs out like it's about to escape his rib cage. He glared at the culprit but quickly took it back again when he saw the breathtaking beauty in front of him.

Broad shoulders, perfectly defined face, deep dimples, sharp cat-like eyes, and red wet lips. He stared a little bit too much, forgetting the toxic smell of the cigarette that he hates so much, lurking around his presence. His eyes nearly formed a heart shape like those in cartoon movies.

“What’re you looking at?” The male named Yang Jungwon huffed the smoke out of his throat making Sunoo’s eye squint in disgust.

Before speaking, Sunoo made sure to look at the male’s name tag “Yang Jungwon” what a beautiful name.

“W–Why are you smoking here? Do you want me to say this to the principal?” Sunoo clenched his fist onto nothing but his own.

Jungwon raised his brow, approaching the stiff School President. Sunoo attempted to back away but a hand snaked up to his collar, pulling it.

He gasped, his knees are trembling and his stomach is swirling like a fucking middle school girl confessing to her crush. He felt small, collar getting crumpled in Jungwon’s hold.

“Yeah? Try telling the principal. I’d be glad.” Jungwon smirked, once again puffing a smoke but this time on Sunoo’s face. Blowing the toxic smoke onto the pretty boy’s face. “I mean, I don't have to come to this school if you do so.”

And for the first time, the smoke didn't bother Sunoo at all. In fact, he wants to feel it again. Jungwon’s breath suddenly smells like strawberries, it smells sweet. He wondered if he could smell it again? To taste it, maybe..

Sunoo with his round eyes dropped his gaze at the other male’s lips. Strawberries. “Can... Can you do that again?” Sunoo said, almost whispering the words out.

Jungwon’s eyes widened a little before another wide smirk crept up his lips. He laughed lowly, hand still gripping onto Sunoo’s collar. His other hand covered his face with amusement. “What did you say?”

“N–Nothing, just go to class!” Sunoo huffed in annoyance, feeling flustered because of the sudden burst of embarrassment. He removed Jungwon’s grasp on his collar, fixing and distancing himself away from Jungwon’s chuckling ass.

Jungwon took his time admiring the President’s beauty, incredible on how he looked pretty and handsome at the same time. He heard of the President often but he didn't expect him to be this pretty up close. Now he understood those who wanna fuck the boy. Because right now, he also wanted to do so.< He looks like a doll, he wants to use him like a doll. All pretty just...just for him. Maybe?