32 parts Ongoing Mature"The way that I feel about you makes me sick." His words are like venom against my skin, sinking in and making my blood boil. "You've snaked your way into my brain and twisted me up inside. I hate it."
My back stops against the cold wall. He was trapping me in, his scent surrounding me and making my brain go fuzzy. His hands lean against the wall, locking me into place. His eyes were darker than usual, clouded with a look I was starting to know too well.
"How do you think I feel around you?" My voice comes out more confident than I expected. "You don't make things easy for me at all. You drive me insane for the fun of it."
He chuckles, and it vibrates through my chest, sending chills over my skin. "And you fucking love it."
I wanted to say something, something quick-witted and bordering on mean. But his arms looked so delicious in this tank top, and his lips were full and bright red, just begging for me to finally break the tension between us.
But I don't have to, because in an instant, he's leaning in. When his lips touch mine, I think I black out for a second, not being able to think about anything but how perfectly our lips feel against each other.
The door opens and I hear a familiar deep voice. "I knew it was only a matter of time."
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An OT8 ateez fanfic for my fellow OT8 biases :))
