riki.nishimura. → yours sincerely

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A WEEK LATER

"Hey Sunghoon." I wrapped my arm around him as he sat on the table during lunch. Niki had his eyes fixed onto me, as did I.

"New girl, what's up?" Sunghoon's lips curved into a smirk, hinting at Jungwon to move up so I could sit beside him.

So far, I was in the lead with this bet between me and Niki. I don't think he enjoyed how much I was around Sunghoon, or how much I was winning matter of fact.

"Nothing interesting, how about you?" I leant my head on the palm of my hand, staring up at him as he looked down at me, those eyes of his gleaming at me.

"Nothing different too." Sunghoon's eyes observed my face carefully, every detail on my face, he studied.

"Jesus, can you guys just fucking kiss it out already or something?" Jake snapped, rolling his eyes at our tense antics.

Sunghoon looked down at me, a smirk forming on his lips as one formed on mine too. I couldn't help but feel like this was wrong though.

I didn't really enjoy just pretending like I was into Sunghoon for the sake of winning some stupid bet with some stupid idiot.

"Alright Jake, relax over there." Sunghoon chuckled as he put his arm around me, subtly pulling me a little closer to him.

As he did so, I just bore my eyes into Niki's, his lips were straight into a line, displeased and irritated as fuck over the physical touch I was having with Sunghoon.

Neither of us cut our stares off, essentially, we were communicating in a way with our eyes.

Mine was one of, 'I told you I'll win'

And his was one more of, 'Just you wait'

I scoffed to myself, cutting my stare off him as Yejin came and sat down beside Niki, a beam on her face as she began chatting about nonsense.

Niki was passively listening - his eyes still glued onto mine. Damn, this guy had no shame.

I looked up at Sunghoon, our faces relatively close together, close enough for me to hear his breathing.

"Sunghoon, I'm going to go for a second, be back soon." I excused myself inconspicuously, I had nowhere to go, but I knew that one person in specific would come following straight after me.

He was probably just figuring what was the best time to leave without it looking as if he was heading towards me.

I made my way out of the cafeteria hall, in the corridors of the school now. And before I even knew it, a hand grabbed my wrist, leading me aggressively out of the corridor and into some empty classroom.

He spun me around, my back facing the door, and him, facing me directly.

"You know fine well what you're doing." Niki lowly grunt, never have I seen him so on edge before with me.

"Didn't I say so?" A smirk played at the corners of my lips, I was amused, for a change, he was not.

"Drop the fucking act Haeun, stop going for Sunghoon when you don't even like him." Niki spat, the chill of contempt in his voice.

I gave a short laugh, straight in his face. The heat between us right now spiked my heart beat a little fast, I don't think I've ever been so close to a guy's face like this before.

"Or what? What will you do Niki? Enlighten me." I teased him a little more, sure, he may be taller, but my ego is probably so much taller.

A faint groan emit from his lips, his eyes closed for a brief second as he collected his thoughts, then proceeded to stare me straight in the eyes.

"I feel as if you need to be put in your place Haeun, I'm sure by now, you know the kind of guy I am." His voice took on a dark edge as his eyes traced from my eyes, to my lips, lingering with a thought in mind.

"Oh no, and what will you do if I don't know?" I replied in a condescending tone, my arms slowly making their way around his neck as he just let out a breathy chuckle.

"Suppose I'll have to teach you, we are in a classroom, are we not?" His eyebrow raised lightly, insinuating something.

Though despite his relatively suggestive words, I could tell he wasn't going to act upon them. So what better thing to do than allow me to lead instead?

Without replying to his sentence, I pulled his face into mine, our lips collided into a desperate, rough kiss. The second I initiated the kiss, he led the way straight after, following my rhythm, his hands trailing onto my cheeks, and then lower down to my waist.

It'd be funny if someone tried to walk in right now.

Our eyes filled with unspoken desire, his lips brushed up against mine again, lifting me up onto him and moving me to sit onto one of the desks.

He leant forward on me, deepening the kiss between the two of us, the air heavy and sensual as neither of us had any intent to stop.

My hand was on the edge of the desk, as support so I wouldn't completely fall off, but as I moved my hand to grip onto the edge, I knocked a chair down.

The sound it made didn't hinder either of us, instead, I put my arms back around his neck, the makeout in a random, empty classroom was fiery - achingly sweet and tender. Each movement was filled with an intensity that threatened to consume us.

We didn't care about the gentle rustle of the stuff on the desks, nor the distant hum of the outside world, lust filled the room like none before.