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Faye glared at him, yanking a jacket off the bed. "I like to look good. Not that you'd understand, considering you dress like you grabbed whatever was on the floor."
Kwon's smirk didn't falter. "I don't need to try to look good."
Faye let out a fake laugh. "Oh, right. Your charm just does all the work for you?"
"Exactly," he said, completely serious.
She scoffed. "God, you're so full of yourself."
"And you," he shot back, "are slow."
She finished fixing her hair and turned back to him. "Okay, now I'm ready. You can stop invading my space and leave so I can lock the door."
Kwon raised an eyebrow. "Or, you can stop stalling and actually move."
Faye let out a frustrated sigh before storming past him, making sure to shoulder-check him on her way out.
Kwon chuckled under his breath, following close behind. "Was that supposed to hurt?"
"Shut up," she muttered.
As they walked toward the bus, he glanced at her, something unreadable in his expression. "By the way, you look fine."
Faye blinked, thrown off by the unexpected-not quite compliment, but something.
Before she could respond, Kwon's signature smirk was back. "Took you long enough, though."
And just like that, the moment was gone.
Faye groaned. "You really don't know when to shut up, do you?"
Kwon shrugged. "Nope. Better get used to it."
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This is a Kwon Jae-Sung fan fiction. I hope you enjoy it <3
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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