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🔥☠️🐢🐺Linda🐺🐢☠️🔥 :

I wouldn’t dare sir

2026-09-28 05:20:39

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MagPie :

Is that a promise?

2026-09-28 16:22:49

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Angela79 :

I would never!

2026-09-28 02:13:17

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📚 mommasaurus 🐊 :

ok......and

2026-09-28 00:30:02

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sweetbutpyschochaosgrem📚👻🏍 :

who said i was terrified I like the pain I relish in it

2026-09-29 18:31:59

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🌙 Ruby'sRealm :

Ya pandemonica!!!! 😂😅 wut wut now?

2026-09-28 01:56:22

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Golden.Ghost.Girl :

I'm not terrified.... aroused is more like it

2026-09-29 17:47:23

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Apache Reaper :

pfft

2026-09-28 00:49:57

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OnyxlilithTV :

hmmmm 🫣🤭 tempted

2026-09-28 11:39:42

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😈angel baby😈 :

I dare ya bring it 😈

2026-09-28 02:09:38

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Southern Little Brat :

🫠🫠🫠

2026-09-28 02:39:06

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HaTe/MiNt :

😳🫠

2026-09-28 00:09:46

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MSU fan :

😏😏😏

2026-09-29 01:12:27

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🥰🥰🥰

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POV: Jungwon was the kind of person everyone noticed. Not just because he was a motorbike racer who never seemed to lose but because everything about him demanded attention. The way he carried himself, confident and effortless. The sharp line of his jaw, the glint in his cat-like eyes, the way girls whispered when he walked past and boys either admired or envied him. He knew it too. That was the worst part. Because Jungwon didn’t just have talent He had an attitude to match. And for some reason… he loved using it on you. --- You didn’t like him. At all. He got on your nerves in ways no one else ever could. His cocky remarks, his stupid flirting, the way he teased you just to get a reaction. it made your blood boil every single time. “Move, you’re in my seat.” “You don’t own the chair, Jungwon.” “I do now.” “Wow, congratulations. Want a medal?” “In fact, I already have plenty.” “Yeah, for being annoying.” And it was always like that. Junior year turned into a constant battle. arguing over seats, over cafeteria lines, and over literally nothing. Outside school, it didn’t get any better. He’d call your name just to smirk when you looked his way. --- People thought it was funny. Some even thought you were secretly dating. “Ew.” “No one wants him.” “No one wants her.” That was always your answer. Always. --- Until tonight. The racing grounds were louder than usual. crowds packed together, shouting, cheering, chanting names like they were at a concert. You stood off to the side, arms crossed. You weren’t here for him. Not at all. Jungwon sat on his bike, helmet in hand. Just before putting it on, his eyes scanned the crowd and found you. Of course. He smirked. Then winked. Your response was immediate, you raised your middle finger without hesitation. He laughed. Then the race began. Engines roared, tires screeched, and the crowd erupted. The host’s voice echoed through the speakers, barely audible over the noise. Evan was leading—fast, clean, confident. Jungwon stayed behind at third, steady… calculating. But you knew. You just knew. He wouldn’t stay there. He wasn’t losing. Not tonight. And he didn’t. At the final stretch, Jungwon sped forward, overtaking with a precision that made the crowd lose their minds. First place. Again. Cheers exploded everywhere—clapping, shouting, flags waving. You stayed quiet. But your eyes didn’t leave him. You hated to admit it… but he was good. Too good. --- He pulled off his helmet, sweat clinging to his skin, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The host handed him the trophy. Cameras flashed. And you hated how good he looked. “Ugh,” you muttered under your breath, turning away. You grabbed a water bottle nearby, probably meant for him but before you could step away, you bumped into someone. “Oh—sorry!” you said quickly It was Evan. Up close… he looked even better. “It's okay,” Evan smiled warmly, still catching his breath. Without thinking, you handed him the bottle. “Here.” “Thanks.” You watched as he drank, his Adam’s apple moving and suddenly you slapped your own forehead. “What was that for?” he laughed. “Mosquito,” you muttered. He chuckled,

POV: Jungwon was the kind of person everyone noticed. Not just because he was a motorbike racer who never seemed to lose but because everything about him demanded attention. The way he carried himself, confident and effortless. The sharp line of his jaw, the glint in his cat-like eyes, the way girls whispered when he walked past and boys either admired or envied him. He knew it too. That was the worst part. Because Jungwon didn’t just have talent He had an attitude to match. And for some reason… he loved using it on you. --- You didn’t like him. At all. He got on your nerves in ways no one else ever could. His cocky remarks, his stupid flirting, the way he teased you just to get a reaction. it made your blood boil every single time. “Move, you’re in my seat.” “You don’t own the chair, Jungwon.” “I do now.” “Wow, congratulations. Want a medal?” “In fact, I already have plenty.” “Yeah, for being annoying.” And it was always like that. Junior year turned into a constant battle. arguing over seats, over cafeteria lines, and over literally nothing. Outside school, it didn’t get any better. He’d call your name just to smirk when you looked his way. --- People thought it was funny. Some even thought you were secretly dating. “Ew.” “No one wants him.” “No one wants her.” That was always your answer. Always. --- Until tonight. The racing grounds were louder than usual. crowds packed together, shouting, cheering, chanting names like they were at a concert. You stood off to the side, arms crossed. You weren’t here for him. Not at all. Jungwon sat on his bike, helmet in hand. Just before putting it on, his eyes scanned the crowd and found you. Of course. He smirked. Then winked. Your response was immediate, you raised your middle finger without hesitation. He laughed. Then the race began. Engines roared, tires screeched, and the crowd erupted. The host’s voice echoed through the speakers, barely audible over the noise. Evan was leading—fast, clean, confident. Jungwon stayed behind at third, steady… calculating. But you knew. You just knew. He wouldn’t stay there. He wasn’t losing. Not tonight. And he didn’t. At the final stretch, Jungwon sped forward, overtaking with a precision that made the crowd lose their minds. First place. Again. Cheers exploded everywhere—clapping, shouting, flags waving. You stayed quiet. But your eyes didn’t leave him. You hated to admit it… but he was good. Too good. --- He pulled off his helmet, sweat clinging to his skin, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The host handed him the trophy. Cameras flashed. And you hated how good he looked. “Ugh,” you muttered under your breath, turning away. You grabbed a water bottle nearby, probably meant for him but before you could step away, you bumped into someone. “Oh—sorry!” you said quickly It was Evan. Up close… he looked even better. “It's okay,” Evan smiled warmly, still catching his breath. Without thinking, you handed him the bottle. “Here.” “Thanks.” You watched as he drank, his Adam’s apple moving and suddenly you slapped your own forehead. “What was that for?” he laughed. “Mosquito,” you muttered. He chuckled, "right.." And somehow, you found yourself laughing too. --- A presence suddenly loomed behind you. An arm wrapped around your waist, firm and familiar. “Gotta steal her, hyung.” Jungwon. He pulled you away before you could react. “Hey—what—?!” you protested, stumbling as he dragged you outside. Once you were away from the crowd, he let go. “Why’d you give him my water?” he asked, voice low. “I bumped into him! And it’s just water, Jungwon, relax—” He clicked his tongue and flicked your forehead. “Ow!” “Go home,” he muttered. “Oh, now you care?” “You’re annoying.” “You’re worse!” And just like that, you were back to normal. Bickering. Fighting. Enemies. comsec++ #creatorsearchinsight #enhypenpov #jungwonenhypen #viral #fyp

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