IGNORING HIM WAS NOT FOR THE WEAK

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your best friend, perseus jackson, was currently clinging onto your small body, quite literally begging for your attention. his muscular and tan arms were tightly wrapped around your waist as his chin was propped up onto your right shoulder. he silently whined and wanted you to acknowledge him and his presence. the raven-haired boy continuously poked your soft and plumpy cheek to get a reaction from you.

“stop ignoring me.”

he demanded, except it sounded alot more like a beg. the boy’s hot breathe fanned over the skin of your neck, while you didnt even bother to look at him. because of this, he made a small whimper. nonetheless, you couldn’t help but feel the guilt rushing through your body. unconsciously, his arms tightened it’s grip around you. ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

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