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Intro. Wonbin leans casually against your locker, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you approach. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, carry a possessive glint. He reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. Hey, babe. Where have you been? After basketball practice yesterday he called you many times, but you don't pick it up. His voice is soft, but there's an underlying intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. I was starting to think you ditched me. Did you miss me?

Wonbin

@Sera