𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 // 𝙡.𝙢𝙝 𝙭 𝙝.𝙟𝙨 ִ ࣪𖤐

five ִ ࣪𖤐

- 3rd person pov -

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jisung was walking to the locker rooms, his friends by his side. he was walking backwards, talking animatedly even after the hard practice.

his friends were all drained of their energy but smiled fondly at him.

"come on, you guys are tired already?" jisung teased, tilting his head. "not fair, i wanted to hang out..." he pouted, crossing his arms to make the others feel bad. hyunjin squished his cheek and snaked his arm around the shorter's shoulder.

cute. hyunjin walked alongside his crush, caressing his shoulder.

"jisungie, sometimes you're so hyper we don't know what to do with you," he laughs, making everyone else laugh. jisung smiles sheepishly, flushing in embarrassment.

"i guess i'm just too cool for you!" he humphed and spun around, untangling himself from hyunjin's arms.

that was when he tripped on someone's foot. he yelped and stumbled, until someone caught him by his waist.

"careful," hyunjin scolded him with a playful pout.

jisung smiled sheepishly once again. "thanks, hyung."

then, he was met with the faces of multiple girls.

ughh, they're always waiting for us after school! why can't they just let me go home! jisung sulked and internally cried, still knowing he'd have to be nice.

"hi, jisungie-oppa," one brunette girl said, fluttering her lashes. jisung's lip twitched.

"hi, yuran," jisung said politely, trying to sidestep her and leave.

"jisung-oppa, i made you a snack in case you were hungry!" another girl said, holding up a lunch box to him.

jisung pursed his lips. he didn't want to make the girl feel bad... "thanks, chaeyun." he gave a stiff smile and took the box. the girl squealed and ran off.

jisung sighed, his forehead creasing.

suddenly, he felt a hand on his forehead. he was about to shoo the person away, but when he looked up it was hyunjin.

hyunjin smiled softly. "don't scrunch your face too much, cutie, you'll get wrinkles," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

jisung smiled. "if you guys are tired, you can leave first. i'll probably stay here a bit before leaving," jisung said, turning to his friends, who had witnessed the everything. unfortunately, it was not a new sight for them. they knew how jisung didn't like being the center of attention, but he somehow always became it.

he was just way too nice.

they all nodded, proceeding into the locker rooms to grab their stuff and go.

jisung sighed. he knew that he wished they would give him an excuse to leave with them, but he knew they were tired and didn't want to keep them here any longer.

now that the boys weren't surrounding jisung, the girls took the chance to get closer to him.

some came up and touched his hair, some came to caress his hands and arms.

yuran pressed her chest against his, putting her hands around his neck.

she took a deep breath. "you smell good, oppa," she said, her voice seductive.

jisung gulped nervously. "t-thanks...?"

she snaked her hand around his waist, her long nails trailing over the thin fabric of his shirt. jisung shivered uncomfortably. "you look hot when you're sweaty... maybe i could see that in a different setting?" yuran asked, winking.

behind her, the leftover girls were egging her on when they realized jisung wasn't doing anything to reject her. they all decided that since jisung would not refuse, they wanted a taste of him as well.

the girls surrounded his on all sides, cornering him. jisung looked around desperately, trying to find someone, anyone that could help him.

no one was on sight.

had everyone already left?

jisung bit his lip, feeling trapped. he didn't know what to do.

"well, can i?" yuran asked impatiently. she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck, making him lean backwards to try to escape.

yuran took this the wrong way, assuming he was opening up his neck for her.

jisung suddenly yelped and jolted when something wet slid up the side of his neck.

he froze. yuran had just licked his neck.

she smirked at his reaction and cooed. "how cute~, you taste good. did you like that, oppa?"

jisung didn't answer. he just stared at yuran in disbelief. "why did you do that?" he asked in a small voice.

he swiftly wiped his neck with his arm, the hem of his shirt lifting and blowing in the wind. the rest of his shirt came unstuck from his sweaty body, and he shivered as the breeze swept by.

she caressed his waist, her hand slowly travelling upwards. jisung gulped, unsure of how to tell her to stop.

"wow, yuran-unnie is so bold!"

"are they already dating?"

"jisungie-oppa must like it if he's not going anything..."

"yuran, wait! let me record first!"

"yuran..." jisung's voice quivered slightly. he tried to put his hand on her arm to pull it away. he wanted to cry, wanted to scream for help, but he stayed frozen. his mind was a haze, he couldn't think. he wished someone was here to help him.

but before he could do anything, a cold, angry voice echoed in the afternoon sky, making everyone freeze.

"what do you think you're doing, han yuran?"

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