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2~둘~

The next day, Yani entered school with a throbbing thigh from trying to scrub off Jimin's name. It didn't work. "Don't hide it. My name looks..." He didn't finish his sentence.

Jimin stood next to her as they waited for the ball to reach their side. They were in physical education playing basketball, where the shorts girls were required to wear did absolutely nothing to hide the black lines.

"Remove your hand." It was directly over his name, but she kept it there.

Jimin took hold of both her wrists and pinned them behind her back. He leaned closer to her ear, lightly brushing his lips where her jaw met her neck. "Ooh." She mewled at the foreign sensation and involuntarily pushed her bum backward, soliciting an unwanted boner from the catalyst.

"Do you like that?" He did it again, but this time, let his mouth stay there while he planted small kisses on her. "You do, don't you? Learn to listen and you'll get more, okay?"

She didn't respond to him, only tilted her neck more to give him more access. The warm and faint sensation of his lips was short-lived as he stopped and held her hands tighter against him. "Ow."

"Respond next time."

Yani ripped her hands away and stood to the side. Stubbornly, she retorted to his somewhat degrading demand. "There won't be a next time. I'm not yours to control."

"That's cute. You think it's an option." Jimin got in her space until her back hit the gym wall. "You're so...vulnerable." He traced her lips with the back of his hand, licking his own and kissing her on the cheek. "Destructible."

"I-I need to go."

Yani rushed out of the gymnasium as quickly as her feet could carry her, all the while trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. He was scary, yet...it attracted her to him.

She sat on the swing in the park nearby the school and stared at the mark on her leg. "Jimin." She sighed, defeated.

"I like it when you say my name like that."

Yani jumped from the swing, landing on her ass on the sand from the shock. "Never do that again." She stood up, dusting off herself before storming back to school. "You do realize you're skipping class."

"So are you."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but blush at the smirk upon his face. They walked side by side in silence. It was a pretty unconventional relationship that had developed between them these past few days. Jimin was like a needy kitten, an irritation she couldn't help but enjoy the presence of.

They parted ways, off to their respective classes, where they both didn't concentrate on the lesson but each other. Jimin was... "Infatuated. That's what you are." Taehyung flicked his friend's head as they sat in class.

"야! I'm your hyung!"

"By 2 months, calm down."

Jimin ignored him, going back to daydreaming about all the things he would do with Yani. It was the opposite for her. All she could think of was ways to get rid of the boy. Why was he even interested in her? The two had never spoke to each other so it was a wonder why he started now. "Yani, snap out of it!" Mrs Im scolded her.

She apologized meekly, rubbing her thumb across the Hangul on her skin. It oddly looked good on her. As much as she hated how degrading being branded looked, she couldn't lie and say it looked bad. If anything, his writing was pleasant to look at. Yani shook her head at these thoughts and started writing in her book again.

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"Oh my! Yani has Jimin's name on her leg!" A nosy student shouted for the whole class to hear, resulting in a collection of gasps and murmurs. "She's his new play thing."

And the rumors started. By the end of the day, everyone in the school had associated Yani to Park Jimin by calling her his new toy. It was no secret he had a reputation to the school population, but Yani didn't know to what extent. She only found out about this guy a day ago but she already didn't like the consequences of knowing him.

She stood in the lunch line, waiting to pay for her carton of vanilla milk, when a girl she had never seen before, asked a question that made her choke on her spit. "So...how's Park Jimin's dick?"

The girl was brave, and she could see that she wasn't leaving without an answer. Yani looked at her like she was crazy, walking forward as the line moved.

"I'm Lee Yeonwoo."

"Okay."

Lee Yeonwoo tapped her shoulder as she turned her back against her. "What?!" Yani hissed at the new pest.

"I asked a question."

Out of nowhere, the subject of the inquiry slid next to her as she handed the cashier the money. Jimin handed the man some hundred won and draped his arm over her shoulder. "Get off."

He smirked. "I will if you help me."

"Jimin-oppa!" He snapped his head to face Lee Yeonwoo and raised his eyebrow in curiosity. "You like the Yani-punani?"

Yani gasped and walked away from the situation, but not before he heard Jimin's response. "I don't know, I haven't had it yet. But I'm sure I will."

She reached the door to the outside tables and stopped, realizing that everyone would stare as soon as she showed her face. Yani turned back and headed to her locker on the other side of the hallway. She was walking peacefully, sipping through her straw but was interrupted by a heavy arm around her shoulders. "I thought we discussed this Jimin."

"You were talking, I wasn't listening." He bent his head down to take a sip of her drink but his lips met nothing but air. "Aish! I want some."

"No." Yani moved the milk away from him, slightly enjoying his frustration.

"I paid for that, you know."

"I didn't ask you to." She scoffed. "You played yourself."

All in a split second, Yani's back hit the metal lockers and was trapped between Jimin's arms.

"You must really like cornering me."

Jimin licked his lips and smiled. "I just think you'd look really good in a cage."

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