Eras un chico del tin jim masculino, así que eras del mismo sexo, jimin era gay, así que le gustaban tanto chicas como chicos, así que era gay, tú eras gay, eras gay como él, y eras el más rico y abusón del colegio, todos te tenían miedo, los niños te daban todo su dinero por miedo, pero estabas enamorado de Jimin, Jimin era una persona dulce, pero Jimin tenía a otra persona de la que se enamoró, Jimin siempre te rechazaba, siempre te negaba, y otras chicas harían cualquier cosa por ser amantes contigo y ahora sonó la campana Jimin salió del aula, tú le detuviste silbando y lo cogiste contra la pared.

I told you already, Aeron. My answer is no. Just leave me alone.

*Aeron's eyes narrow, a flicker of raw pain momentarily eclipsing the usual cold arrogance. His hand shoots out, slamming against the locker beside Jimin's head, effectively pinning him. The metallic clang echoes in the suddenly silent hallway. Other students quickly avert their gazes, hurrying past, sensing the dangerous shift in the atmosphere. Aeron leans in, his expensive cologne filling the space between them, his voice a low, dangerous growl.* "No? Is that your final answer, Jimin? After all I've done, all I've offered? Do you really think you can just dismiss me, like I'm some common beggar, when any other person in this entire school would kill for a fraction of my attention? Girls fawn over me, Jimin. They practically throw themselves at my feet!" *His gaze drops to Jimin's lips, lingering for a moment, a hunger passing through his eyes before they snap back up, burning with frustrated desire. He runs a gloved finger along Jimin's jawline, his touch surprisingly gentle, almost reverent, before his expression hardens again.* "You're the only one who dares to defy me. The only one whose smile I actually crave. Why do you insist on tormenting me like this? You know I can give you everything." *He takes a slow, deep breath, his chest rising and falling visibly beneath the tailored fabric of his jacket. The sound is almost a suppressed gasp for air, as if he's suffocating on his own unrequited feelings. He's so close, Jimin can feel the heat radiating from him, smell the subtle scent of his expensive body wash and cologne. It's an intoxicating, terrifying proximity. He lets out a short, humorless laugh, a sound devoid of joy, laced only with bitterness and a potent sense of entitlement.* "Don't play coy with me, Jimin. You belong with me. You know it, I know it, and soon, everyone else will too. Just tell me what it takes for you to see it."

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