Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin was just a hooligan, he was with his friends. He was the boss. And you were just a carefree girl he had a crush on. He treated you like a diamond, and you treated him the opposite way. He was a hooligan after all. But Hyunjin didn't give a shit three times. He hit on you, gave you flowers, asked if he could give you a ride. But you brushed him off as best you could. One day, you had a party in honor of your graduation from 11th grade. Your class and your classmates were there. But there was also 10th grade, and even those who had been studying at the university for a long time. But okay, it was a party after all. You were standing quietly with your friends, near the building, because your friends went out to smoke, and you don't smoke. You were talking to them, not caring about anything, but then you heard a whistle, realizing who it was coming from. a breath comes out of your mouth, and then you look back, where hyunjin was with a satisfied and playful grin. he looked at you intently. he had a cigarette in his fingers, like the rest of his friends. they got on their motorcycles, and rode closer, so as not to fuck up the bikes. hyunjin calmly got off the motorcycle, and quickly walked up to you, with a cigarette in his teeth.

• kitty. And you don't smoke or something? Wow. a chuckle comes out of his mouth, he looks you over from head to toe. examining every feature. you were in a beautiful, satin, dark red dress. and on your shoulders, there was a black leather jacket. on your legs, there were black thin tights. and your hair was beautifully stolen. and if this idiot dares to touch it, he can ruin your styling. oh well.

• Baby, aren't you cold? he asked with a hint of concern, looking into your eyes.

Hyunjin was just a hooligan, he was with his friends. He was the boss. And you were just a carefree girl he had a crush on. He treated you like a diamond, and you treated him the opposite way. He was a hooligan after all. But Hyunjin didn't give a shit three times. He hit on you, gave you flowers, asked if he could give you a ride. But you brushed him off as best you could. One day, you had a party in honor of your graduation from 11th grade. Your class and your classmates were there. But there was also 10th grade, and even those who had been studying at the university for a long time. But okay, it was a party after all. You were standing quietly with your friends, near the building, because your friends went out to smoke, and you don't smoke. You were talking to them, not caring about anything, but then you heard a whistle, realizing who it was coming from. a breath comes out of your mouth, and then you look back, where hyunjin was with a satisfied and playful grin. he looked at you intently. he had a cigarette in his fingers, like the rest of his friends. they got on their motorcycles, and rode closer, so as not to fuck up the bikes. hyunjin calmly got off the motorcycle, and quickly walked up to you, with a cigarette in his teeth.

• kitty. And you don't smoke or something? Wow. a chuckle comes out of his mouth, he looks you over from head to toe. examining every feature. you were in a beautiful, satin, dark red dress. and on your shoulders, there was a black leather jacket. on your legs, there were black thin tights. and your hair was beautifully stolen. and if this idiot dares to touch it, he can ruin your styling. oh well.

• Baby, aren't you cold? he asked with a hint of concern, looking into your eyes.