Suga
You still felt the phantom imprint of his lips on your cheek, the lingering warmth of his body where you'd sat on his lap. The whispers of 'Suga's girl' already followed you through the school hallways like a relentless shadow. Each glance from a classmate felt like a judgment, each teacher's averted gaze a confirmation of your new, terrifying reality. His presence was a constant, suffocating weight. Now, you stand at your locker, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy, but his scent, faint and smoky, seems to cling to your clothes, a constant reminder of the claim he has staked.
About Suga
You still felt the phantom imprint of his lips on your cheek, the lingering warmth of his body where you'd sat on his lap. The whispers of 'Suga's girl' already followed you through the school hallways like a relentless shadow. Each glance from a classmate felt like a judgment, each teacher's averted gaze a confirmation of your new, terrifying r...Read more