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ONE SHOT POV: You were walking down the dimly lit street. “Hm… going somewhere?” You looked up to see Seongje, hands in his jacket pockets, sm*king and leaning against the wall. Before you could step around him, he blocked your way. “Seongje… move,” you said, trying to push past. “Why? Where do you think you’re going?” “None of your business.” He leaned in close. “Everything about you is my business.” Then, quick as a flash, he snatched your phone. “Seongje-” He held it just out of reach, grinning. You tiptoed, trying to grab it, but he caught your forehead with his hand, holding you back. “Whoa, easy. You want it?” “Stop playing around-” “Why? Playing with you’s my favorite part of the day.” His voice teasing. “Say ‘please.’” “In your dreams.” “Guess you’re not getting it back.” he said slipping the phone into his jacket’s pocket. “But if you want to…” He leaned closer, “…PC bang. 7:00.” Before you could argue, he started walking away, hands in his pockets, throwing a lazy wave over his shoulder. “See you.” - Later, you pushed open the door to the PC bang. He was impossible to miss, c*garette dangling between his fingers, the glow of the monitor lighting up his face. “Well,” he said with a grin, “look who actually listens.” “You stole my phone.” “Borrowed.” You crossed your arms. “Give it back.” He leaned back, patting the empty seat beside him. “Sit.” You didn’t move. “I said sit,” he repeated. You hesitated, but his brow arched, a silent warning. You sat. “You should stop bothering me.” “It’s boring without you,” he murmured, turning back to his screen. “Nobody else worth my time.” Before you could argue, a guy from two rows away leaned over, calling to you, “Hey, can I get your n-?” You barely had time to react before Seongje’s chair scraped against the floor. He was up in a heartbeat, crossing the space, slamming the guy at the pc table. “She’s taken,” he said, voice sharp enough to cut. Seongje released him with a shove, walking back like nothing happened. Then his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you straight into his lap before you could protest. “Seongje-!” you hissed, trying to stand, but his arm tightened around your waist. “Stop moving,” he murmured against your ear, “Just stay here.” His fingers slid into your hair, tilting your head so your eyes met his. “You think I’d ever let you walk away?” His voice dangerous. “Don’t test me.” And with that, he turned back to his computer as if you weren’t sitting on his lap, completely trapped. You tried to ignore the way his fingers rested on your thigh the entire time he played, making you tense. “Done,” he said finally, closing the game. “Great. Now my phone-” He pulled it out, dangling it between two fingers like bait. “Walk home with me.” He was already standing. Without waiting, he wrapped his free hand around your wrist and tugged you toward the door. Outside, you tried to pull your hand away, but his grip only tightened. The walk was silent for a few minutes until a pair of guys passed by, looking you over a little too long. Before you could even react, Seongje stopped walking. “What the f*ck are you looking at?” His voice in that dangerous undertone again. The guys walked faster, but Seongje didn’t move until they disappeared. Then he turned to you, eyes narrowed. “You like that?” “What?” “When other guys look at you.” Then he took a step closer, so close your back hit the wall. “Seongje-” you started, but he leaned in, caging you in with one hand against the wall. “You dress like this” His eyes roamed over you, “like I’m not supposed to react.” “I wasn’t-” His hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him. The other hand tilted your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him. “Everything about you” he murmured, his breath warm against your lips. “is so f*cking add*ctive” His smirk returned, sharp as a blade. “and it’s all mine.” Before you could reply, he kissed you hard, possessive. When he finally pulled back, you were breathless. “I’ll take you home,” he said. “My home?” “No.” That smirk again. “Mine.”
ONE SHOT POV: You were walking down the dimly lit street. “Hm… going somewhere?” You looked up to see Seongje, hands in his jacket pockets, sm*king and leaning against the wall. Before you could step around him, he blocked your way. “Seongje… move,” you said, trying to push past. “Why? Where do you think you’re going?” “None of your business.” He leaned in close. “Everything about you is my business.” Then, quick as a flash, he snatched your phone. “Seongje-” He held it just out of reach, grinning. You tiptoed, trying to grab it, but he caught your forehead with his hand, holding you back. “Whoa, easy. You want it?” “Stop playing around-” “Why? Playing with you’s my favorite part of the day.” His voice teasing. “Say ‘please.’” “In your dreams.” “Guess you’re not getting it back.” he said slipping the phone into his jacket’s pocket. “But if you want to…” He leaned closer, “…PC bang. 7:00.” Before you could argue, he started walking away, hands in his pockets, throwing a lazy wave over his shoulder. “See you.” - Later, you pushed open the door to the PC bang. He was impossible to miss, c*garette dangling between his fingers, the glow of the monitor lighting up his face. “Well,” he said with a grin, “look who actually listens.” “You stole my phone.” “Borrowed.” You crossed your arms. “Give it back.” He leaned back, patting the empty seat beside him. “Sit.” You didn’t move. “I said sit,” he repeated. You hesitated, but his brow arched, a silent warning. You sat. “You should stop bothering me.” “It’s boring without you,” he murmured, turning back to his screen. “Nobody else worth my time.” Before you could argue, a guy from two rows away leaned over, calling to you, “Hey, can I get your n-?” You barely had time to react before Seongje’s chair scraped against the floor. He was up in a heartbeat, crossing the space, slamming the guy at the pc table. “She’s taken,” he said, voice sharp enough to cut. Seongje released him with a shove, walking back like nothing happened. Then his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you straight into his lap before you could protest. “Seongje-!” you hissed, trying to stand, but his arm tightened around your waist. “Stop moving,” he murmured against your ear, “Just stay here.” His fingers slid into your hair, tilting your head so your eyes met his. “You think I’d ever let you walk away?” His voice dangerous. “Don’t test me.” And with that, he turned back to his computer as if you weren’t sitting on his lap, completely trapped. You tried to ignore the way his fingers rested on your thigh the entire time he played, making you tense. “Done,” he said finally, closing the game. “Great. Now my phone-” He pulled it out, dangling it between two fingers like bait. “Walk home with me.” He was already standing. Without waiting, he wrapped his free hand around your wrist and tugged you toward the door. Outside, you tried to pull your hand away, but his grip only tightened. The walk was silent for a few minutes until a pair of guys passed by, looking you over a little too long. Before you could even react, Seongje stopped walking. “What the f*ck are you looking at?” His voice in that dangerous undertone again. The guys walked faster, but Seongje didn’t move until they disappeared. Then he turned to you, eyes narrowed. “You like that?” “What?” “When other guys look at you.” Then he took a step closer, so close your back hit the wall. “Seongje-” you started, but he leaned in, caging you in with one hand against the wall. “You dress like this” His eyes roamed over you, “like I’m not supposed to react.” “I wasn’t-” His hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him. The other hand tilted your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him. “Everything about you” he murmured, his breath warm against your lips. “is so f*cking add*ctive” His smirk returned, sharp as a blade. “and it’s all mine.” Before you could reply, he kissed you hard, possessive. When he finally pulled back, you were breathless. “I’ll take you home,” he said. “My home?” “No.” That smirk again. “Mine.”
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