•"I know there is a compliment somewhere deep inside of you and I'll take it."
•"You piece of shit."
•"Ah, there it is."
Silently, Sunghee glanced to the side as she tried to hide her blushing cheeks.
She hated admitting it, but holy shit...
Trouble...
Hello there:D I know it's been a while, but February is a pain in the ass haha
Okay hear me out, I didn't want to make him appear in this story at first But after talking to a few readers I changed my mind You know, it's for...... fanfic reasons... hehe
So instead of a stranger called Daejeon we now have:
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My head immediately snapped in the direction where the sound had come from, revealing a guy who was at least a head taller than me. His bright blonde hair was styled to the back, leaving sight to the smug expression on his face as well as the few piercings on his eyebrows. His slightly muscular arms were covered with tattoos and I seriously questioned whether the stranger was a student or not.
One quick look at the blue- and red-haired though and I could tell that he definitely knew him... not in a good way.
"Hello, Jackson..." he muttered, his own body once again slumping down, clearly showing that he felt intimidated by the unforeseen encounter. An uncomfortable atmosphere settled between us and I didn't need to be an expert to know that he wanted to escape from this confrontation.
"I didn't expect you to be at a party like this. Shouldn't you be in bed already?" the amused and deep voice of the stranger sounded once again, making the other six teenagers, who slowly gathered around him, laugh along.
A second later, the guy called Jackson strolled over and took Jeongin in a tight chokehold, ruffling his hair with his fist while grinning evilly from ear to ear.
Obviously hating the situation he was in, the younger tried to free himself and pushed the blonde off him, running his hand over his throat with a painful expression. The other idiots only laughed once again, looking in our direction like we were fresh meat.
The boy dressed up as Harley Quinn didn't get the chance to speak up as the taller continued forcing a conversation on him. He folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned his hips against the counter of the bar, not caring about the disgusted look I gave him.
"Where are your friends? Where's Chan."
Jeongin merely whispered his answer and if he hadn't been right next to me, I probably wouldn't have heard it. I wasn't too sure what he said, but it was something along the lines "It's Bangchan for you, asshole."
Luckily, the taller hadn't heard his mumbling, raising his eyebrow as he asked him one more time.
"I don't know", he lied instead of repeating his words. "Somewhere around the house, I guess."
It was quite noticeable that Jeongin was trying to avoid the situation as best as he could, only giving short answers and hoping that the other would soon leave. The blonde didn't think of doing so, simply continuing with mocking the student next to me about his age.
