tension || kwon jaesung

01

tw: cursing, steamy?- not smut
<all conversations between the korean characters supposedly should be in korean to show the difference in their emotions when they're speaking english, I'll write down when they're speaking in english>

third person pov:

the sound of her silver mental jewellery knocking each other and the footsteps of her black sneakers could be heard as the jet black haired girl walked towards the others who were practicing their kicks. a bored expression plastered on her face as she faces the backs of her sensei and some other old guy she's never seen before.

"you're late ms hwang." sensei kim said as she heard footsteps approaching from behind. "again." a cocky voice said, turning his head to face her. grinning. 'bastard.' she mouthed.

"kwon jae-sung, as I was saying your extra task will be to clean my grandfather's toilet." everyone snickers including byeol. "deserved." she mouthed to him, he clenches his jaw and rolled his eyes as he heads towards the direction of the stairs.

"hwang, go join him as a lesson to not be late again."

she looked ahead at the boy who had stopped his tracks, proceeding to laugh at her. she dragged her feet and walked towards him as her sensei stopped her. "take off all the jewellery, especially that lip ring and I'll be sure to check on the condition of the toilet after their training."

she brushed her off and took her jewellery off as she finally stood beside the boy who had been waiting for her.

"thank you for joining me in your well deserved punishment. hwang was it?" he said as he starts walking the same pace as her. "that's how you're gonna welcome me back?" he chuckled as she was struggling taking off her necklace.

he stood in front of her, pushing her hair out of the way, his touch lingering on her skin and towered over her as he took her necklace off. while he does that she could feel his hot breath on her, she looked at his side profile, his eyes focused on taking it off.

"so, where'd u get that bruise." he said, his breath hitched against her skin. "I don't know what you're talking about." she said shifting her focus to her hands, knuckles purple.

"you're gonna end up in jail again if you keep beating up everyone who even breathes the same air as you." he said softly as he hands her the necklace, fingers lacing. still only a few inches apart.

"how'd you know i went to jail anyways, only sensei kim knew." "i figured, or else where would u be? u expect me to believe that u decided to just stay in school and take a break from this dojo?" he scoffed.

"well anyways (she rolled her eyes) maybe they shouldn't be able to breathe, fucking dickheads." he grinned at her. "well maybe don't get hit on." he said flatly. she grinned at him, "jealous, mr kwon?" she tiptoed to go closer to his ear.

"whatever, I'm still alive even though I'm breathing the same air as you ms kwon."

"dickhead." she tried throwing a punch at him but he stopped her.

"while I'm at it, need help taking off that lip ring? or maybe your teeth grills? I'm very good at that." winking at her before she showed him the middle finger. he snickered before pulling her wrist, walking towards the dreaded place.

"by all means, u can fuck me later." he came closer to her. "in your dreams pervert." she shoved him away. "at least I'm hot, look you even gotta work to reach me."

"shut up I'm 5'7 its not my fault ure 5'11 or some shit" she says looking at his hands which went into his pocket. "that some shit is 6'0."

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"could u move ur fucking ass, let me out of here." she said trying to step over him and all the soaps. "I know you like my ass but just shut ur damn hole. im not gonna let you get away with this." he scoffed as he grabbed her by the waist not allowing her to get away.

"you are so fucking lucky that you have fucking bleach beside you or I'll kick your ass." she huffed as she sat in front of him, his arms still around her waist tightening his grip.

"or you just love me." he whispered. "i sure do love jerks don't i?" she smiled at him before slapping him. "quit touching me when we're in a fucking toilet, then maybe I'll think about it." he glared at her and wanted to slap her back but he just took a deep breath before sighing. "istg you better clean it too, hwang."

——

"how many shits you think happened there to smell like a dead corpse was rotting it there?" the girl said as she leaned against the bench in the locker room.

"I bet that boot licker yoon shat there" the annoyance present in his voice as he took a seat at the bench exactly behind byeol.

she started laughing as she turned to face the boy, lifting her head up pointing at him. he looked down at her judging her so badly that she probably would've gotten a third degree burn.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he questioned. "your dumbass is jealous of dojin. he's really nice you know, cute too."

he stiffened in his seat while cleaning his jaw as he looked at the girl.

"I am not jealous. I just think it's ridiculous that he's the best in class when I'm clearly the better option." he said staring straight at byeol.

"whatever you say jaesung." she scoffed.
"how am i supposed to believe u when u think yoon is a better fighter than me and is cute." he said going closer to her face as he leaned his body onto his arms which are placed on his thighs.

"he is cute, blind fuck. maybe hold an actual conversation with him without being condescending." she smiled at him. his eyes narrowing at her as he spoke,"you do hear yourself right?" he said going closer to her. face centimetres apart.

his eyes flicker from her eyes to her lips. hers the same.

byeol's hand forms a fist, her mind filled with no thoughts only one. his forearms visible with his gi sleeve folded up, his hair perfectly laid on his hair, his eyes staring directly at her, and most importantly. his lips- basically every feature of him

'fuck it'

she grabbed his shirt pulling his lips to hers, he immediately reciprocated her kiss before she pull back.

"shit im sor- she was cut off by a pair of lips pulling her into his embrace as she got onto her knees positioning better to taste him. his hands grabbed onto her thighs, carrying her onto his lap, not breaking the kiss but him forcing his tongue into her mouth, allowing him to taste the mental of her grills.

her legs now laid on his thighs as she kneels moving up and down as they make out, her hand in his hair and chest.

his hand on her neck and lower back, supporting her as she moves. both of them focused on nothing but the kiss- also on the dominance of the kiss.

she took off his gi, feeling him even more clearly as he is now wearing a tank top.
(guys his pants are still on)

he slowly bit her lip as she moves closer to him, taking off her lip ring with his tongue and slipping it into his pocket before he moved to her neck giving her a hickey while she places butterfly kisses on his shoulder and arm.

he then moves back to her lips as she pushes her tongue into his mouth, biting his lips while he moves his hands into her gi feeling her waist as he puts his hand under her tank top, allowing her to feel his warm touch against her cold skin.

"what do you think you're doing?"