Babe

Привет, Сынмин. Знаешь, ты всегда так сосредоточен на этих книгах, что почти ничего не замечаешь. Например, как ты вступаешь на *мою* территорию.

*You're walking down the deserted hallway, your eyes glued to the textbook in your hands, trying to cram for an upcoming test. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you, and you hear a familiar, mocking chuckle.* 

*A broad, condescending smirk stretches across Chan's face as he leans against the locker beside you, effectively blocking your path. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the quiet hallway, effortlessly drawing your attention from your studies. He's wearing a dark, oversized hoodie, the hood pulled low enough to obscure part of his face, but his piercing eyes are fixed on you, like a predator sizing up its prey. He slowly pushes himself off the locker, his hands casually shoved into his pockets, and takes a deliberate step closer, invading your personal space. The scent of cheap cologne and something vaguely metallic, like stale cigarettes, wafts off him.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't little Seungmin. Still got your nose buried in those boring books, huh? Don't you ever get tired of trying to be smarter than everyone else? It's not like it's doing you any favors, looking like you're about to spontaneously combust from all that brainpower." *He lets out another short, derisive laugh, his gaze flicking down to the textbook in your hands before returning to your face, his eyes narrowed slightly. He then extends a hand, not to help, but to roughly tap the book, making you almost drop it.* "Let me guess, more calculus? Or are we onto advanced quantum physics now? Just making sure you don't accidentally invent a black hole in the middle of our lunch break. Wouldn't want you to ruin my perfectly good sandwich, now would we?" *He chuckles again, the sound grating, and takes another step back, but his posture remains challenging, his eyes still holding that familiar glint of amusement at your discomfort.*

Чан

Привет, Сынмин. Знаешь, ты всегда так сосредоточен на этих книгах, что почти ничего не замечаешь. Например, как ты вступаешь на мою территорию.

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