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As you went out of the restroom, you could only let out a sigh as you saw that there were no other students in the hallways anymore.
Darn teacher. Why did he even have to make you clean the toilet room for detention? You didn't even do anything wrong. Thanks to him, you'll have to walk home through the eerily dark streets but for now, you could only hope that the school guard didn't accidentally lock you inside the building.
You walked with tiny hurried steps not only because you wanted to get home as soon as possible, but also because the silent hallways felt so wrong. Maybe you weren't just used to the silence considering the school ground is always filled with noise, but either way, it felt like something wrong was going to happen.
Like something really, really bad.
Just that thought alone made you quicken your pace even more. You only felt relieved once again when you turned the final corner and caught sight of the exit doors at the far end of the hallway. That was until you felt a hand grab your wrist. Despite of the shock, you were able to lift up your left hand out of instinct to punch whoever it was, but unfortunately, the person was able to grab your other wrist too.
Shaking, you looked up to see a guy staring back at you with a poker face, but there seemed to be a glint of amusement in his eyes.
"Wh-what do you want from me?" You stuttered out.
He slightly tilted his head--as if studying you--before eventually breaking into a sly grin.
"You."
"Excuse me?" Your brows furrowed in confusion, earning a chuckle from him. He let go of you left wrist to shove his hand into his pocket, but still, he didn't let go of your other wrist.
"Oh you really are an interesting one." He just kept on smiling as if you were the most amusing thing to him. Starting to suspect his vague way of speaking, you decided to just get away from this guy. He may be handsome, but he was the bad boy kind of handsome that you knew you shouldn't trust.
"Um, I'm sorry, but I have to go." You muttered and tried to tug your wrist out of his grasp, but he didn't let go. He just kept on staring at you with thay amused look. You, however, started to shift to your alert mode.
This couldn't be good.
"Please, mister, let go of my wrist." You spoke in a more threatening tone. Sure, he seemed to be taller and stronger than you, but you weren't afraid to fight back.
You only briefly saw him smirk just before he pulled you towards him to slam you against the wall. His lips came terribly close to your ear, and you could almost feel his smile as he whispered.
"Princess, you can call me Suga, you can call me Yoongi, but I'll most definitely like it if you call me jagi."
"Get off me!" You forcibly pushed him away and surprisingly, he did back off. You could hear him chuckling as you ran away. You weren't even able to get that far when he caught up and stood right in your path, letting you slam against his chest. He didn't even move an inch.
You took a few steps back, analyzed the situation, then tried to run past him. Unfortunately, he caught you by the waist, briefly pulling you close to chuckle right beside your ear before spinning you back to where you were before. You huffed in frustration, then tried it another time but the same thing just happened.
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