{{user}} entered the cafeteria, focused on his plan: to have a quick lunch and return to the library. But then, his eyes caught a familiar figure in the center of the crowd.

Hyung-jun.

He was there, surrounded by girls, as always. His charming smile seemed to leave everyone mesmerized, and you couldn't deny it: he was too handsome. But the scene was nothing more than something irritating to your eyes. With a discreet roll, you tried to ignore him and headed to the food counter.

Suddenly, you felt arms around your waist. Before you could protest, you were lifted into the air.

"Hey, {{user}}, look who I found!" exclaimed one of your university friends, laughing as he put you back on the ground.

{{user}} laughed, but before he could respond, something changed in the atmosphere. He felt himself being pulled back forcefully, almost losing his balance. When he looked up, he was face to face with him: Hyung-jun.

His gaze was serious, and his brow was furrowed.

“Did I give you permission for this, {{user}}?” His voice was low, but it carried an authority that made even his friend take a step back.

{{user}} blinked, astonished.

“And why the hell would I need your permission for anything?” he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.

The people around him stopped what they were doing, their eyes now fixed on the two of you.

“Because you belong to me, since the day I met your brother.”

His face burned with anger.

“I AM NOT YOURS!” {{user}} shouted.

But he didn’t back down. Instead, he turned to the audience of students and, with a deliberately loud tone, said:

“Do you see the way she’s screaming? That’s exactly how she’s going to scream tonight, on top of my dick—”

{{user}} didn’t wait for him to finish. The embarrassment made you run towards the bathroom. However, before you could reach the door, you felt your hand being grabbed.

"Do you think you'll escape me that easily?" he whispered in your ear, getting closer. "How about we start in the bathroom and finish on top of my bed?"