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You seem to think everyone loves you. (/makes a face) I don’t even know you, alright? I just wanted to know where the dining halls were, that’s all. Never asked you to take me there. (/considers threatening him - because she can- but just decides to give up on babygirl issue for the moment. will get him back at some point. realizes she doesn’t want to miss out on her free dinner) But, hey, thanks. (/looks around large campus) Where are we going, anyway? You got a car or something?
Ah, such a feisty babygirl. -smirks to himself, raising a hand in a fluid motion and nods.- Yeah, yeah my car’s over here, sure you wanna get in with me? -he chuckles lightly, tilting his head a bit.- I don’t think everyone loves me, by the way. I know I have more enemies than friends, but isn’t that how it works nowadays? Gotta keep your friends close, enemies closer— can’t control who your enemies are either, they just come outta nowhere, tryin’ to break you down piece by piece until you’re nothing, nothing but skin and bones. -hums softly, rubbing the back of his neck as they arrive at the parking lot, shuffling over to his car and opens the passenger side.- Get in, babygirl.
Her own laugh escaped her lips after hearing his. Before she knew it, he had rolled the two over so he was now ontop.Feeling a few strands of hair sticking alongside her lips, she pushed them away before looking up at Junhyung with a flicker of amusement yet mischief in her eyes.
Feeling his hot breath tickle against the base of her neck, she pursed her lips together in a thin line, attempting to stifle another laugh that threatened to roll past her lips. After a moment or two, she calmed down a bit. With her hands resting upon his chest, she pushed against it, creating some space between the two, but not too much. “Aw, it seems like my poor baby is in denial,” She cooed before poking her bottom lip into a pout, her tone implying that she was denial.
With the relationship these two had, luckily, they didn’t have to worry about offending the other with their lighthearted comments. As she tried to hold back her laughter again, with one hand pushing up against his chest, she reached over with the other to pinch his cheek.
When he caught sight of her pout, Junhyung had to do everything humanly possible to not laugh. It was always hard, trying to keep a straight face when Tiffany pulled the cute act. He lifted a hand though and pressed the pad of his thumb against her lower lip, giving different variants of pressure to it. “Hey,” he started, leaning down closer again as that same smirk pulled at the edges of his lips. “Stop acting so damn cute or I’ll be tempted to wipe that pout right off your lips.”
“As for being in denial, I think it’s the other way around, sweetheart.” The low chuckle that left his throat was low and almost inaudible as he continued to lean closer, teasing the one below him. “You’re in denial over how badly you want me to touch you, correct?”
Every ounce of willpower that’s left, Junhyung has to use, because another fit of laughter is threatening to deceive him. The only way to win the little battles was to keep a straight face, not giving yourself away to your opponent. And Tiffany was one of the best challengers around.
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Drip, drip, drip.
The rain outside was relentless, pouring down and washing the campus in sheets of cold water, followed by a bitter wind and dark, angry clouds. The weather seemed to be unforgiving on those Monday morning classes, Junhyung thought, as he managed to crawl out of the warmth of his blankets and onto the concrete path, the soles of his shoes scuffing the sidewalk.
It wasn’t as if he disliked going to class, it was quite the contrary; Junhyung loved English. He loved it not only for the language, but for the writing portion. He was able to combine his skill for writing raps and song lyrics into twisted poetry and tragic love stories, which always managed to awe his previous teachers.
He heard that the campus got a new English teacher though, and this was her second year teaching. Junhyung had never run into her nor had he had any of her previous classes, so he was worried, to say the least. He did not want to have to sit through an English lecture with a teacher who had no clue what he or she was talking about, and that’s what usually happened with new teachers, sadly.
Junhyung rounded the corner, noticing that the classroom door was wide open yet there was no noise; had the lesson already started? Or was the lesson already finished?
“Ah shit,” Junhyung cursed, picking up his pace until he was outside of the doorway, peering into what seemed to be an empty classroom. “I’m either really early, or I missed the damn lesson.” So he walked inside, checking the board for the schedule they had completed in class and all he saw, scrawled up on the board in the neatest handwriting, was; Romeo and Juliet.
“Oh, you must be early, I’ll be your teacher for the semester,” chimed a woman from behind and as soon as Junhyung turned around, he laid eyes on the prettiest teacher in the history of teachers.
“Uh, yeah, guess I am early,” he said, the atmosphere suddenly becoming tense under the lack of conversation. “I’m Yong Junhyung, I’m a senior. It’s nice to meet you, miss…?”
(/hesitates for a long moment) Fine, Junhyung, but only because I’m hungry right now, okay? Otherwise, no. And, (/smiles) it better be good food. I’m trusting you. (/pauses and glances up at you) How exactly does that name suit me, anyway?
Only because you’re hungry? Hm, sure you don’t just want to hang out with me? -tilts his head to peek over at you, that same playful grin plastered on his lips.- The name suits you, because you just look like someone who’d be called baby girl, babygirl~