Butterflies | Chan ✓

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[ Third Person Pov ]

“You really shouldn't eavesdrop so much.”

Minjun felt her hair being tugged hard, pulling her up on her feet. She had just returned from school a while back, and was searching for Yuna when a couple of voices dragged her attention. And out of habit, she knelt down close to the door, listening to the conversation. She wish she hadn't.

“I'm sorry, Hajoon,” Minjun wriggled profusely, the pain unbearable. “Please just let me go,” she grabbed his hand, trying to get it off.

“What were you doing there anyway?” the taller sighed, hauling her by the hair towards his room.

“I was looking for... for Yuna,” tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, as she tried forming coherent responds to his question. And by the time they made it to Hajoon's room, her rosy cheeks were wet and glistening tears. His grip didn't falter, and would randomly tug her strands harshly.

“You can look for her some other time,” he tossed her on his bed, crawling his way to her tear-stained face. Hajoon could boldly see the fright smeared on every contour of her face and that made him smirk, proud that he made her like that, with just a hand and hovering her much smaller frame.  the black haired tilted forward, his lips inches away from hers. “Hell, you don't know how long I've been waiting for you.”

“Hajoon cut it out...” Minjun's voice wobbled, her hands pressed firmly on his chest, trying to shove him aside. “...Please.”

“You don't want me informing my dad about you snooping, right? You know how furious he can get.”

“I said I'm sorry, I won't do it again.”

Hajoon trapped her hands above her head, locking them in place with one hand, while the other ran across her lips and before Minjun could utter another word, the raven haired pressed his lips on hers, kissing the brunette like he had always wanted to. He wasn't aggressive, neither were his rhythms driven by lust.

Hajoon pulled away from his gentle kiss, upset that she didn't return it and rather looked even more broken than she was at first.

“I'm sorry,” Hajoon brushed her cheek softly. “And I'm also sorry you and Yuna got dragged into this.”

“Get off me, please,” Minjun wept, having zero will to push him off. It would be futile anyways, she had already tried that. “Please...”

“Don't worry, I'll make sure you stay in the same club as Yuna, so you won't be completely sad,” he wrapped his hand around her neck, choking the younger, her eyes rolling back, the more he cut off her oxygen. “I want you to be happy, yeah?”

Minjun coughed violently when he finally let go, dragging as much air as possible, both her hands still restricted. “You never asked about my travels, Junnie, have we drifted that further apart?” the raven haired frowned. “I met this guy, he was real nice, just your type.”

“Please let go off me.”

“What was is name again? Bang Chan?”

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