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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Jisung lay in the dark, in bed yet still awake.
Yunji had been less than happy about the demerit they ended up receiving for "fooling around" in the storage room. Although the principal eventually believed them when they insisted that nothing explicit was going on, their punishment ended up being "left the storage room in disarray". And although Yunji had no reason to be mad at Jisung, she did send him a slight glare as a phone call from her mother arrived a few minutes after leaving the principal's office.
But the demerit and punishment of cleaning the gym every day for a week didn't bother Jisung in the slightest. His thoughts were clouded by Yunji.
Han Yunji was a stuck-up, humorless, uptight woman, who seemed to have a knack for causing trouble unapologetically. Additionally, she obviously disliked Jisung.
Yet somehow, despite all of this, Jisung still found himself staring at her in class. He admired the way her face seemed so serious whenever she was listening to their teachers. Her explosive reactions to his teasing were quite cute. And she had a side to her that Jisung still didn't know- Yunji could be tender and caring, if the situation required. And she had a secret wildness to her that drove him insane.
The picture of her in the club was still clear as day in Jisung's mind. Her dress was short and revealing, sparkling in the neon lights. The way she swayed was hypnotic, her hands running along her curves delicately. She was like lotus flower, graceful and delicate, and the sight of her incurred a tickling feeling in his chest.
He'd actually decided to leave her alone. However, as he was about to blend into the crowd again, he spotted an elder man approaching her from behind. His hungry eyes unmistakeably showed his impure intentions. And Jisung just couldn't get himself to allow it. So he pushed the guy, making him stumble backwards. The man instantly retaliated angrily, but seeing Jisung's intimidating expression, he quickly backed off. Jisung's eyes once again landed on Yunji, and without much of a thought, his hands ended up on her waist.
He guided her body through the music, muttering in her ear every once in a while. She didn't seem to recognize him, which was fine by Jisung's standards, as that fact granted him possibly the best dance he'd ever participated in. The way she'd crashed her body against him was exhilerating and disgustingly effective at increasing his attraction to her. He still felt her touch on him- her soft and gentle hands that had roamed his chest and neck. The insane heat in his chest as her fingers fumbled with the hem of his t-shirt, and travelled below it.
His tipsiness had made him rash, his anger getting the better of him. The thought of Yunji having possibly danced that way with someone else prior to him made him see red. That's why he demanded they leave. Of course, this was also done because he was concerned for her safety, but his inexplicable jealousy was the driving factor.
He remembered how confidently he held onto her waist as they fought. And how, instead of backing down, she'd gone along with his teasing for once and had gotten so painfully close to him. His heart was itching him to go in, but his brain reasonably refused, and he'd shyly let her go.
