Hyungwon is now staring at me again as I avoid eye contact from being too nervous. He approaches the jungle gym and is now standing right in front of me from the bottom of the structure. A few seconds pass by and I finally have the guts to look at him in the eye. He flashes me his cheeky smile and I exhaled not knowing I was holding my breath.
"Tadpole, it is you."
THIS BOOK WAS ALSO SUGGESTED BY A KPOPPIE FRIEND WHO DID GIVE HYUNGWON A STUFFED FROG.
ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC SO PLEASE BE KIND!
Rankings:
#88 - #hyungwon 9/20/18
#69 -#hyungwon 9/29/18
[completed] Hyungwon put his phone down, and was now even more confused. "Uh.... What is it that you want exactly?"
Wonho suddenly pushed Hyungwon down on the bed, crawling on top of him, and pinning both his wrists down on either side of his head. He leaned down closer to him, staring into the younger's eyes with an odd gleam in his own as he answered his question. "You."
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Hyungwon absolutely hated Wonho.
Wonho absolutely hated Hyungwon.
Despite circumstances, such as Hyungwon's older brother being Wonho's best friend, causing the school's famous playboy (Wonho), and the shyer simpler student (hyungwon), to constantly be in each others presence, these two above expressed statements were undoubtably true. The two could just simply never get along, but you don't have to get along to hook up with someone right?
One night. One decision. A dozen complicated outcomes.
This definitely was A Certain Kind of Hatred.
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[Mature content] {but also fluff}
Book 1