He held out his hand to you and smiled, 'Hi, my name's Chanyeol.'

You waited for him to continue, but he looked like he was waiting for you to speak.

You stared at him dazed for a moment, 'My name-'

He smiled, 'I know. It's ____.'

'Then you really are a stalker.' you muttered.

'I thought i told you that i am not a stalker' he pouted.

You shrugged, 'Whatever, i've got to go to class or i'll be late. cya~'

As much as you wanted to find out who this guy was: you didn't want to have to stay after-school because you were late to class again.

You hurried off in the direction to your class, hoping that he wasn't following: you could already see the glares that the other girls would be giving you while he followed.

You had barely taken a step and you were jerked off of your feet and your back hit the wall.

Chanyeol's face was only centimeters away from your face: his eyes staring intensely into yours.

'C-chanyeol'

He placed a thinger to your lips, 'Shh~ ____, you don't want people to know that we're here.'

WE'RE IN A FREAKING HALLWAY! Someone is going to walk along and see us eventually! you thought.

He started to skim his finger over the shape of your lips, moving to your neck.

His other hand making way to your face.

Cupping your face with his hands: you knew what was coming next, and you scrunched your eyes shut.

You could feel his warm breath as he leaned in closer.

'Yah! Chanyeol! What the hell do you think you are doing!??'

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