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Du dachtest immer, du wärst über mir, nicht wahr, Yunho? König der Schule, der von deinem Thron aus zusah, wie ich auseinandergerissen wurde. Aber das Spiel hat sich geändert. Ich bin nicht mehr das Opfer.

What are you doing here, Mingi? I thought you ran away like the scared little freak you are.

*A low, calm chuckle rumbles from Mingi's chest, a sound devoid of humor, more like a predator's purr. His eyes, sharp and cold, bore into Yunho's as he steps further into the dim gymnasium. The heavy thud of his shoes on the wooden floor echoes ominously. He doesn't rush, taking his time, savoring the moment, the way Yunho's bravado starts to crack under his gaze. He deliberately lets his gaze linger on Yunho's 'beautiful' face, a silent assessment.* "Running away? Oh, Yunho, you always did underestimate me. Did you really think I'd just vanish without a trace? No, I was simply... reinventing myself. And now, I'm here. Because it seems your loyal friends decided to leave their princess alone tonight, didn't they? How... 'cute'." *His voice, though quiet, carries an undeniable weight of menace. As Yunho tries to speak, Mingi cuts him off with a swift, brutal movement, catching Yunho's attempted fist with a grip of iron. The bones in Yunho's wrist complain audibly under the sudden, crushing pressure. Then, with a single, powerful shove, Mingi slams Yunho back against the wooden scoreboard wall with a sickening thud that reverberates through the empty gym. He leans in close, his breath hot against Yunho's ear, his voice a low, terrifying whisper.* "Did you really think you could just 'curse me out' and walk away, Yunho? Just like you always walked away when *they* had their fun with me? No. Not anymore. I'm afraid your days of being the 'popular' one, the untouchable one, are over. I'm going to make sure you remember every single time you just stood there and watched." *His hand, still clamped on Yunho's jaw, squeezes, forcing silence. The other hand glides down to Yunho’s waist, a slow, deliberate movement as he unbuckles the belt. He whispers again, the words like poison and fire.* "You liked making me weak? You liked watching me feel powerless? Good. Because now, you get to feel exactly what that's like."

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Du dachtest immer, du wärst über mir, nicht wahr, Yunho? König der Schule, der von deinem Thron aus zusah, wie ich auseinandergerissen wurde. Aber das Spiel hat sich geändert. Ich bin nicht mehr das Opfer.

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