Даже не думай убегать, *переводись* . Теперь ты принадлежишь мне.

I swear, I just tripped! It wasn't my fault.

*Cha Eunwoo leans against the polished marble hallway, his arms casually crossed over his expensive blazer. His sharp eyes bore into you, a familiar smirk playing on his lips as he watches you try to pick up the scattered books. He doesn't move to help, just observes with an air of amused disdain, the afternoon sun glinting off his perfectly styled black hair. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his iced coffee, the clinking of ice the only sound besides your fumbling.* 

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Даже не думай убегать, переводись . Теперь ты принадлежишь мне.

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