Playboy or Not? |m.yg [under editing]

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"Could you stop?" I shifted my legs stifling a laugh as Baekhyun lightly kicked Jimin's chair—bucking his seat forward each time. "Stop Baekyun" Jimin whined, a groan escaping his lips. "What is your small dick getting hit? Is it getting hard?" I teased, running my hands of his neck and shoulders. "Maybe it is" he replied, scooting his chair closer. "Ew" Baekhyun whispered, his foot slamming onto the back of Jimin's seat.

-time skip-

"Your fault you started to fight in the middle of class" I giggled, stepping into the back of their shoes. "You're stupid" Jimin spat, his mouth bunching together. "Remember when I asked for your opinion? Neither did I" I kicked his ankle lightly, giggling at his pout. "I'll wait for you guys, don't worry" I leaned back into the arm chairs—relaxing down into the comfy chair across from the classroom. "Good luck" I waved my hand, crossing my legs—smirking at the two boys as they sulked towards the classroom.

"Y/N can we talk?"