Shh, He's mine

Hyunjin pushed Jisung against the restroom wall, caging him in with both arms.
Jisung gasped, cheeks flushed red, eyes wide behind his round-rimmed glasses.
Hyunjin leaned in, nosing along Jisung's jaw, his hand slowly sliding beneath the oversized hoodie to feel the abs hidden underneath.

Jisung's breath hitched. "W...what a-are you doing, Hyunjin?"

Hyunjin pulled back just enough to stare at him, eyes dark with want. His thumb traced Jisung's bottom lip, then ran along the bridge of his nose before gently removing his glasses. He pressed a kiss to the tip of Jisung's nose, then under his eye, before finally moving to his ear and whispering:

"I want you, Jisung. I need you. And I'll get you. I like you."

His voice was hoarse. And this time, he wasn't playing.

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Hwang Hyunjin is the untouchable prince of the campus - confident, effortlessly hot, and dangerously charming. With his long blonde hair, ripped jeans, and a reputation for breaking hearts, he's used to being chased, not doing the chasing.

Until Han Jisung shows up.

A stammering freshman in oversized glasses and baggy clothes who seems allergic to attention. Shy. Awkward. Invisible in a room. But beneath the soft-spoken words and sweaters three sizes too big is a secret Hyunjin never saw coming:

Jisung is ripped. Huge. And he tops.

Hyunjin only meant to tease the cute nerd... maybe fluster him a little.
He didn't expect to fall.
And he definitely didn't expect to beg.

Now Hyunjin's the one getting flustered.
Needy. Bratty. Obsessive. Wrecked.

Jisung may not say much, but he stole Hyunjin's heart.