𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪 𝔸𝕌
Life is strict and organized for Han Yunji. She's an example, an idol, someone of high value in her line of study. The only disruption? Park Jisung. But of course, that wasn't much of a bother, as she continued on with...
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He seemed stunned, but not nearly as stunned as someone who just found out he was dancing with his enemy.
Yunji's eyes had widened so much that she felt as if they would pop out of their sockets.
In a split moment, Jisung's hand had wrapped around her arm, and he stepped closer. His mouth opened, as if about to say something, but Yunji beat him to it.
"Get off me." She hissed, attempting to slither out of his grasp. However, his grip was too strong, and she decided to try to walk off and hopefully tear away from him that way.
But she wasn't allowed, and with a loud yelp, she was yanked backward and crashed right into his body.
The heat she'd felt had long turned into rage as she looked up at him.
"You-"
But in a split second, his lips were right next to her ear. "I know you're underage, princess."
Yunji gasped slightly, eyes widening at him again.
"So if you know what's good for you, you will follow me. Otherwise, I'll walk up to the barman and... you know."
As he lowered his eyes to face hers again, Yunji could tell he was completely serious. Swallowing down the anxiety and irritation, she subtly nodded her head. Jisung took this as his cue, and his grip slid down to her wrist instead as he slowly began leading her through the crowd. They briefly stopped by one of the tables, but she was unable to see anything that occurred as he continued weaving through the masses.
It wasn't long before they arrived at a back exit leading out to a balcony. It was a space reserved for smokers, however, there were only two people lighting up cigarettes in the large space. Jisung brought Yunji all the way to the far corner, where he knew they'd go unseen and unheard.
The girl didn't even have time to catch her breath before Jisung began speaking. "All this time, I thought you were a goody-two-shoes. What are you doing at a club?"
For the three years of knowing him, Jisung had only addressed Yunji using two tones- uncaring and teasing. The tone he was now using, although sounding like a tease, did not fit into either category.
Yunji huffed out angrily. "That's none of your business."
"Oh, but it is. You get caught here, and I get seen here, the police and school might think that I snuck you in." Jisung scolded, and the girl scoffed.
"Yeah, that doesn't explain the fact that you willingly came to dance with me."
The bold claim seemed to make him hesitate, but Jisung only missed a beat before stating "I didn't know it was you."
Yunji narrowed her eyes at him. She might have been drunk, angry, and incredibly cold, but the lie detector in her head rang sirens like crazy.
"You're lying." She deadpanned. Jisung inhaled to defend himself, but she was quicker. "Don't deny it. You came up to dance with me. Why? And don't even try to tell me it was because you wanted to tell me I'm not allowed to be there."
