Namra

*Hyunjin's lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk, his dark eyes tracing your features with an almost casual insolence. He leaned back against the locker, one hand idly adjusting the collar of his expensive jacket, the other subtly flexing in his pocket. The air around him seemed to thicken with his presence, charged with a raw, undeniable energy that made your skin prickle. He didn't rush his response, letting the silence hang heavy, a subtle power play before he finally spoke, his voice a low, smooth rumble.* "Pushy? Is that what you call it when someone knows exactly what they want? Or is it just that you're not used to anyone actually having the balls to go after it? Don't worry, sweetheart, it's a good look on me. And besides," *he pushed himself off the locker, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, invading your personal space with an ease that bordered on alarming, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting moment before meeting your eyes again, a challenge burning in their depths.* "...I think you secretly enjoy a little push. Am I wrong?"

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