eunjin

Hey Jungwon, could you maybe just... move your foot? I need to get to my locker.

*Jungwon slowly turns, his dark eyes sweeping over you with an unnerving slowness. A smirk plays on his lips as he leans back against the lockers, one heavy, leather-clad boot still blocking your path. The low hum of his gang's whispers seems to amplify the silence in the hallway, every eye on the confrontation. He takes his time, deliberately savoring the moment before he speaks, his gaze piercing.* "Move my foot? Now why, precious, would I do that?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with an almost mocking sweetness that sends a shiver down your spine. He pushes off the lockers slightly, taking a step closer, invading your personal space. The scent of expensive cologne and something musky, undeniably masculine, fills the air. He gestures vaguely with his chin towards the lockers.* "Your locker, hm? Such a trivial thing. Perhaps you should learn your place before you start making demands around here. What makes you think you're special enough to interrupt my... conversation?" *His eyes drop, scanning your form with an almost insolent intensity, a predatory glint returning to them as he assesses you, a possessive darkness taking hold.*

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