STRAY KIDS X FANBOY ONESHOTS ✅ [COMPLETED]

24. Starting over

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Heading home after finishing my evening class, I took the usual route, which was also a short cut that one of my room mates pointed out. I couldn't wait to get back to the dorms and get a good nights sleep, as I had been out all day. Although I had an assignment to work on, I wanted to spend this Friday night resting.

Exiting the alleyway and finding myself on a quiet street, I walked a bit further until I reached the convenient store that came before the dorms, and walked in. Picking out a few snacks that I liked, I then approached the counter and paid for them, before walking out. Finishing the journey, I passed a car and was just about to cross the road, when a voice called out to me.

"You there."

Looking around to see who it was addressing, I realised I was the only one here.

"I'm talking to you pretty boy." The voice added.

Turning around and spotting a guy wearing a black leather jacket, black turtleneck and black pants sitting on the hood of a silver sports car with a cigarette between his fingers, which made heart drop in my chest.

It was Jungmin, the senior who had bullied me last year.

"Me?" I trembled.

"I don't see anyone else around here." He sassed, and took a drag of the stick with the orange tip, before puffing out the smoke a few seconds later.

"Oh, sorry." I continued.

"Come here." He announced, and did a sharp, yet smooth gesture with his hand.

"Uh, I don't think so." I quivered, and shook my head.

"I'm not going to hurt you Han." He chuckled, and took another drag of the cigarette. "I stopped bullying you remember."

Sighing to myself and pausing for a few moments, he rolled his eyes in a cold, but sexy manner and spoke again.

"I will again though if you don't come here."

"Okay." I said, and approached him, whilst shyly clutching my bag of food.

Once I was standing in front of his car, he took yet another drag of the cigarette and blew the smoke right onto me, which made my eyes water and throat dry up slightly.

"What was that for?" I countered, and stepped away, whilst coughing.

"Don't be a pussy." He threatened, and gave the final puffs.

"Ugh, I just washed this shirt, and now it smells like smoke." I complained.

"Oh well." He sniggered, and spent a minute or so finishing up the cigarette, before dropping it onto the ground and stepping on it with his black Timberland boot. "What's in there?" : and pointed to my bag of food.