[ Taeyong | Sicheng | Ten | Johnny | Lucas | Jungwoo | Mark ]
[ in the library ]
Jungwoo makes his way to the library as he bypasses a couple of students. He notices his usual table was occupied, so he flicks his gaze towards the next best thing.
And that was the table with Sicheng and his goons. Just kidding, he rather choke on his own spit than to sit with them.
It takes awhile for Jungwoo to find an empty seat, but thankfully luck was on his side. There was a chair in the middle of the library-a perfect spot for him. The only downside was, he could feel a couple of unnecessary eyes burning holes behind his back.
What was this feeling? He bites his lip and proceeds to rip his backpack open. Nah, it's probably nothing.
Nope! As usual, Jungwoo is totally wrong. A minute passes and the moment he looked upwards, he saw someone staring right back at him. It wasn't a normal stare, rather it sort of startled him since it felt so powerful.
"Um, do you need anything?" Jungwoo clears his throat with hesitation. He's 100% sure he hasn't seen this guy around and all this staring is making him feel uncomfortable.
Nodding his head, the guy locks eyes with Jungwoo for the third time as he sucks the inside of his cheek. "I want you, Kim Jungwoo."
With widened eyes, Jungwoo drops his pen to the floor. Did he just hear correctly? No way, he totally heard wrong! "Excuse me? That's not how you talk to a person."
This makes Jungwoo's blood boil really fast. Just when he thinks he has to deal with Lucas treating him like a walking ass with legs, now another guy swings on in and has the nerve to disrespect him?
"Do you know who I am?" The guy gets up from his seat and walks towards Jungwoo. In an instant, he leans in closer and whispers something near his ear. "I'm Lee Taeyong."
Rolling his eyes, Jungwoo sends a sharp glare towards him. He doesn't care if he's Lee Taeyong, Kim Taeyong or Choi Taeyong. What he cares about is his pen on the ground underneath his dirty shoes. "Move your feet or I will move it for you."
Ah, feisty. Taeyong grins, stepping on Jungwoo's pen with full force. He likes guys who play hard to get and coincidentally, Jungwoo is the number one guy in this school who hasn't fallen for him. Let the games begin.
"Sorry, I don't take demands from a cutie like you." Taeyong whistles as he looks up and down Jungwoo's whole entire body. From the looks of it, his body was either a 9 or 10. Just how he likes his play toy's to be.
And this was it! Jungwoo lost it. It's supposed to be three strikes and he's out, but it only took Taeyong two strikes for Jungwoo to raise his fists towards him.
Unfortunately, raising his fists may work on some people, but not on others. Taeyong saw it coming only because Jungwoo was too easy to read. The moment he lifted up his hand, Taeyong intertwined his fingers into Jungwoo's with the world's most cringe-worthy grin. "How about we start off with something a little gentler?"
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A/N: well, Taeyong makes an appearance!
Tbh, when I was writing about him I have to breathe and then scream cause I'm so used to writing him being the softest most amazing person in the world and here he is being the worst of the worst. He's even worse than Lucas. 😢
And my exam is next week! Guess who's going to be super slow at updates? Yeah, this girlie right here 🤧
