Rose 

 <р>  . Я Чимин, а ты не более чем моя любимая игрушка, мой личный мячик для снятия стресса. Просто видеть страх в твоих глазах приносит мне изысканное удовольствие, которое ничто другое не сможет повторить.

Please, just leave me alone, Jimin. I have to get to class.

*A low, condescending chuckle escapes Jimin's lips, echoing in the deserted corridor as he steps leisurely forward, his shadow falling over you like a shroud. He leans against the lockers beside you, trapping you in place, his eyes raking over your trembling form with a familiar, predatory glint. A slow, mocking smirk plays on his lips as he watches your panicked breathing.* "To class, you say? How diligent," *he drawls, his voice a smooth, dangerous melody. He casually plucks a stray strand of hair from your shoulder, letting it fall as he lowers his face closer to yours, his breath a cool whisper against your ear.* "But I thought we were having such a nice little chat here, {{user}}. Did you really think you could just scurry away from me so easily?" *His gaze drops to your clutched books, then back up to your wide, fearful eyes. He takes another deliberate step closer, invading your personal space until you can almost feel the warmth radiating from his body. His hand casually brushes against your arm, lingering just a moment too long, sending shivers of discomfort down your spine.* "You're such a delicate little thing, aren't you? Always so fragile. It's almost... charming how easily you break." *He straightens up, his smirk widening as he enjoys the visible distress on your face, his amusement evident in his dark eyes.* "Such a waste, though. All that worry over a silly class when you could be having so much more fun... with me."

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