𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗮-𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲:
❝𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘳𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦?❞
𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗲:
❝𝘺𝘦𝘴❞
or nineteen boys are split into three groups for a project. what could go wrong? apparent...
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Hansol did a double take.
"You're dead?" He asked aloud to himself, ignoring the two lovebirds cuddling and kissing on his roommates bed. "What the actual fuck does he mean?"
A knock from the door to the dorm scattered Hansol's thoughts as he stood slowly from the bed. His groin throbbed in protest, and he grit his teeth in pain.
I don't think I'll ever go through as much pain ever again. He thought bitterly to himself.
He unlocked the door, yanking it open. He looked down at Taeyong, who stood with his arms crossed and a sickly sweet smile on his lips. Hansol raised an eyebrow.
"What do you want?" Hansol asked sourly. Taeyong tilted his head to one side, his gaze menacing.
"I think you might know," he said softly, a hint of malice lacing his calm voice.
Suddenly he reached out to Hansol, snatching his forearm and yanking him harshly out of the dorm. Hansol, not expecting that, let loose an unmanly shriek as he fell to the cold floor. Taeyong stood over him, his glare piercing Hansol's soul.
"You're going to pay for what you did to Yuta."
Was all he said before he grabbed Hansol's ankles, twisting him around and dragging him down the hall.
Hansol definitely did not expect the burst of strength that came from the smaller, pretty boy. He just let out a high-pitch scream—one akin to that of a horror movie's scream.
Taeyong dragged him mercilessly towards the stairs, his jaw clenched and fingernails digging into Hansol's flesh.
At the stairs, Taeyong let go, but hurriedly walked around to behind Hansol. As soon as Hansol sat up ever so slightly, Taeyong pushed him with his foot.
Hansol tumbled down the stairs, shouting loudly in pain.
Taeyong stood at the top of the stairs, grinning maliciously at the crumpled boy on the floor. He slowly began to ascend on Hansol, his eyes glinting dangerously.
Hansol whimpered and tried to push himself up, but he slumped back down in pain.
Loud footsteps pounded behind Taeyong, roughly yanking him back from harming Hansol further.
Jongin's fingers dig into Taeyong's arms as he pulled him back. He looked panicked.
Yuta ran up the stairs, running to Hansol's side and attempting to help him up. Sehun ran down the stairs, panic in his eyes as he assists Yuta in helping Hansol.
