Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓

13.

Jisoo was standing at the door of the gym and didn't dare go inside. It seemed to her that the basketball practice was already over, and Haein should be serving his sentence, wiping the floor after them. But when she saw her boyfriend in uniform, she was surprised.

"Baby" Haein, seeing the girl in the doorway, quickly ran up and walked out the door with her. "What are you doing here?" he asked her and without waiting for an answer, he held her close to him. Before she could say anything, Haein kissed her, ignoring the fast that what he was expected at training. He was in a damn good mood.

"What's that on you?" asked Jisoo, smiling in embarrassment, and looked around the empty corridor. She didn't need another rumours at school about how shameless she was.

"My new janitorial uniform," chuckled Haein, and to the girl's stern look, said: "During my cleaning work, the coach accidentally saw me throwing the ball into the basket, and called me to the team," he shrugged. "Of course, I agreed when he promised that I'd be excused from some lessons."

Jisoo laughed at his answer, feeling her body covered with the warmth of his smile, and didn't even scold him for not thinking at all about studying. In her spare time, she always tried to help him understand some topics of lessons, that was enough for him.

"When do you play? I'll come to cheer you up," she said, smiling flirtatiously. She wanted to support her boyfriend as much as he did to her.

"Oh no. Don't come," he replied quickly, making Jisoo to frown in disappointment. "I won't be able to play. I will just only look at you."

"I will come in a cheerleader uniform with a pompon and do a special cheer dance," she grinned in retaliation, and was pressed with her back against the wall.

One of Haein's arms was already clutching her buttock, pulled into her tights, and the other one lay on her back, pulling the girl's body to a strong torso.

"Oh, you shouldn't tell me that," he whispered into her neck and ran his lips over the hot skin with relish. "I can't think of anything else now," he said, and Jisoo tilted her head back, letting him lower his kisses to her collarbone.

"Haein, we're at school," she muttered through a quiet moan, and the thought of it, on the contrary, increased the lever of adrenaline in her blood.

"Yes, and I have to train. You probably have to rehearse," Haein grinned and ran his hand over the girl's thigh, lifting it up.

Slightly spreading her leg, he pressed his groin against her and realized that he would not be able to hide under the uniform shorts his boner in front of the coach and teammates.

"What a pity that I'm working late tonight," he said disappointedly, with difficulty unsticking his lips off beloved body, and looked into Jisoo's half-closed eyelids. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you sleep tonight. You should be punished for this cheerleader dance idea."

"You still wouldn't be able to. You know I have an audition tomorrow," Jisoo answered, stroking his cheek with her palm, and lifted the leg still held by Haein, fully opening her knee in a perfect stretch.

"Jisoo!" Haein softly shouted, frowning angrily. "Do you want to kill me?" he resented and was afraid that on his first day of training he would ditch that basketball and fuck this girl somewhere in a closet.

"I'm out of five minutes of my break, I'm just rehearsing," Jisoo laughed, frankly enjoying the guy's reaction. "See you later," she said and, kissing him almost weightlessly on the lips, quickly walked away towards the stairs.

Haein stared at her back in confusion, knowing that she was playing with him on purpose, because he had never hidden how Jisoo affected him. He was more surprised at himself, because for the first time in his life, he let someone juggle his feelings like that and even enjoy it.