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𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 × 𝐲/𝐧 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
Y/N is a 23-years, feminine girl who desires a worry-free life. However, she discovers that her playboy senior has placed a bet on her. To counterattack, Y/N claims she is...
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"Awkwardly perfect."
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Y/N POV
'Suffocating.'
I don't have enough air inside this small restroom cubical. I take a deep breath trying to forget that the toilet is just behind me. My mobile is in my locker.
I again tried to open the door. After a while, I heard the heavy footsteps of someone. My heart pounded harder. Who could it be!?
Pear!
No, a girl's footsteps won't be this heavy. Maybe a man. I immediately bang on the door. I don't care if it's a serial killer or a psycho scumbag.
"HELP!!" I couldn't hear the footsteps anymore but they started again this time, towards the ladies' restroom.
"Who is it!?" I hear a manly voice. Wait!! I know this voice.
"Sunbae Jonny. It's me Y/N. Open the door please." My whole body is sweating like hell from suffocating here.
"Y/N!!?"
"Yes, it's me. Now, open it. we will discuss this deeply outside." Maybe he sensed the sarcasm in my voice.
"Sorry." The next moment, I heard some metal falling. Is he moving any heavy thing!?
He opened the door. I immediately move my legs out of the small restroom cubical. Unintentionally pushing his muscular body. I literally dorky walked out of the restroom. Going to the nearby window, opening it without any delay, I throw my head out taking a deep fresh air.
"Freedom."
I whispered to myself while faning with my hands. I again heard those footsteps.
"How did you end up there!?" His husky voice come from behind me. Turning around with a sigh I look up at him.
"Planning on how to stop upcoming World War 3. Come on, what will you do inside the restroom."
I took hurried steps to my locker tailed by Sunbae Jonny. After taking my stuff. I slammed the locker door.
"You still are not going to tell me about who locked you inside!?" I pull my coat tightly walking out of our faculty building.
