🌸 metanoia ⇏《seungjin》

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I ignored Jisung's calls for me to come back, too busy calming my nerves and trying to breathe normally. My eyes were trained on the floor, pupils shaking from how nervous I was.

You can do this, Seungmin. Just talk to him. Give it a try.

Releasing a shaky exhale from my lips, I lifted my head upwards, barely stealing a glance at the handsome dancer before my view was blocked by a huge asshole. (Not a real asshole, of course. That would just be a whole other level of traumatizing.)

"Hey there, princess," Hwang 'Stinkbutt' Hyunjin drawled out, a smug smirk on his lips and a towel slung over his shoulder. "Your sweater vest looks like shit. Did you stumble blindly into a ninety-year old granny's wardrobe because you thought it was the ladies' restroom?"

I internally banged my head repeatedly against a wall, already starting to feel the beginning of a headache form in the back of my head. Great. Just great.

"I'm good, by the way, thanks for asking," I sarcastically countered. "It's nice to know that even though you are a huge dick, you still have the heart to ask me how I'm doing, like a normal, civilized person would."

His eyebrows shot up so high that they reached his hairline, an amused snort coming out of his nose. "How did you know I have a huge dick?"

I scrunched my nose up in disgust. "I said that you are a huge dick, not that you have a huge dick. Get your facts straight."

To my surprise (and horror), Hwang 'Stinkbutt' Hyunjin suddenly leaned in close to my face, giving me a wink that made me shudder in disgust. "But princess, how can I get my facts straight when I'm not even straight?"

Oh dear god. Get away from my face before I puke. (On second thought, don't. It'll be nice to see your stupidly handsome face covered in vomit.)

After a few seconds, he pulled away and distanced his body from mine. Another one of his signature smug smirks was playing on his lips.

"What are you doing here, anyway? Come to pay me a visit, princess?" He asked, readjusting the towel on his shoulder.

Rolling my eyes, I plastered on a smile that was faker than Kim Kardashian's butt. "If I wanted to pay you a visit, then I would go to the nearest strip club. I bet I'll find you there."

He snickered, grabbing the towel on his shoulder and wiping a droplet of sweat that fell past his right eyebrow.

Okay, even I have to admit that, to a certain extent, Hwang Hyunjin was handsome. Very handsome. His personality, though? Ugly. Even uglier than his hag of an ex-girlfriend.

Feigning an exaggerated gasp, he placed both of his hands above the place where his heart could have been if he wasn't a cruel, arrogant toerag whose sole purpose in life is to make me miserable. He acted as if he was shot, hissing in pain and scrunching his face up in an agonized manner.

"You wound me, princess." He pouted, bottom lip sticking out and eyes trained on me. "I think you're forgetting about the fact that even though I'm a huge flirt, I am still underage."

I scoffed, crossing my arms and shooting him a glare. "Being underage hasn't stopped you from partying at clubs before."

He did a complete 180 upon hearing me utter those words. His face dropped into a brooding expression, a direct contrast from the playfulness that used to grace his features. The spark in his eyes died, a bland shade of dirt brown replacing the chocolate brown that I had gotten used to seeing these past few years.