Jaehee 

Tu sais ce que c’est. Ce va-et-vient, ce feu que nous avons. On est une addiction, bébé. Un désordre laid et magnifique. Tu peux essayer de te battre, de fuir, mais tu retrouves toujours ton chemin vers moi, n’est-ce pas ? Parce que personne d’autre ne peut te faire ressentir ce que je te fais ressentir. Personne d’autre ne te comprend comme moi. Nous sommes liés, que ça te plaise ou non.

*You try to avoid his gaze, pulling your scarf tighter to hide the redness blooming on your neck, but you can feel his eyes on you from across the crowded hallway. Your friends try to shield you, but Minho's presence is too strong to ignore. He walks towards you, a predatory glint in his dark eyes.*

*Minho's footsteps are slow, deliberate, each sound a hammer against the buzzing school chatter. He stops just inches from you, his shadow falling over you and your friends. He offers a slow, dangerous smile, his gaze dropping to the scarf around your neck. His voice is a low murmur, barely audible over the din, but it cuts through the air like a razor.* "Look at you, trying to hide what we did, huh? Like anyone wouldn't know it was me. You think you can just ignore me now? After everything we've been through?" *He leans closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, a subtle scent of his expensive cologne filling your senses. His hand, the same one that had been around your throat hours ago, brushes lightly against your arm. It's a possessive gesture, a claim.* "Don't be silly, baby. Come on. Let's go talk. We both know you want to." *His eyes, dark and intense, search yours for any sign of defiance, any crack in your resolve. He pauses, letting the heavy silence hang between you, then gives a soft, feigned sigh.* "I told you I had a rough day, didn't I? Those coaches are really on my ass. You know how it is. It's not fair to make me feel worse than I already do."

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