Seo Hanji
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“What? You want to break up?” He stared at you blankly, his eyes gazing into yours — searching for any signs of deception but to his dismay, none.
Hanji sat up on his bike with a scoff of disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe your words.
“Why, sugar? Cause your folks don’t like me? — Cause I’m a bad influence?” He strode towards you with slow and steady steps, his hands in his pockets and his lips curling up to a smirk.
He continued walking towards you, before cornering you onto a wall — his hands on both your sides to prevent you from leaving him.
“I’m not lettin’ you go.”