Dirty || Seulrene FF

-five-

Welcome to the sinners' playground.

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"Yoon, practice is over," The velvety voice that haunts my lusty fantasies informed her boyfriend as she possesively hooked her arm through his, completely ignoring my presence. "Hurry up and get changed so we can go."

She was her usual bubbly self; that perfect girl I split a crack in sealed so tightly within herself.

Irene, Irene...

I know you want it too...

"See ya later, Seulgi, it was nice meeting you," Seungyoon said to me while coiling his arm around Irene's shoulder.

"Likewise," I said dryly.

They walked bound together into the uproarious locker rooms then separated to enter the appropriate showers.

Kang Seungyoon.

Fucking shit eater.

Thinking about him with her made me severely ill.

If only I were to have my way, he wouldn't be an issue.

If only...

It was at this point that I noticed that the gymnasium was half empty, any lingering students already retreating to the locker room.

I gulped down hard and commenced praying for my soul once again.

"G-God...you're soaking..."

Shit.

Irene.

She's torturing me.

I'm torturing myself.

"You're soaking..."

"Irene..." I helplessly groaned aloud, my fingers messily running along my parted lips with my eyes shutting upon thinking how it would be if she were touching me...

"My God..."

---On top of me...

"G-God...you're soaking..."

Inside me...

Oh sweet sanity, embrace me.

Not sure how long I sat there on the brink of basically fingering myself but a familiar gasp sent me rocketing back to reality.

And damn was I happy with the breathtaking reality that stood before me.

My eyes fluttered open and inescapingly locked with a pair of baffled green orbs.

Irene was standing below me on the ground level, her once exposed skin now hidden by a fleece black sports jacket, but her creamy thighs were still on display for me to see. She clutched tighter to the strap of her pink duffle bag the longer we held eye contact. Her instincts jumpstarted when I rose up from my place on the bleachers. I barely batted an eyelash and she was already racing up the stairs that led to the exit.

Of course, that only cued me to peruse after her.

I love it when they run...

I chased her all the way through the hollow hallways of the north wing, void of students. It was an empty atmosphere I hadn't been blessed with for days.

I'm feeling lucky...

After only about a minute of pursuit, Irene came to a complete halt then spun around to glare at me.