Slap. . Slap. Moan. Slap. Growl.  Slap. Scream. Slap. Creek. Slap. Pant. Slap. Scream. Grunt. Done.

Seungri sighed and got up from his bed, quickly got dressed in his clothes, snatched his phone, rushed out the dormitory and slammed the door shut.

He heard mumbled voices of protest from inside but he didn’t listen.

When did he ever?

Practically running out the building, he was greeted with the cold, crisp winter air. 

(This is my first K-Pop fanfiction so please be kind.)
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