Bad Boy 🫦

*ahhhh

*he pins you against the wall and he is very close to you*

O my god get out

*grin up at you* Like that, baby? *continue with deliberate motion*

*look up with a wicked grin* You like that, huh? *intensify rhythm*

That's it, let go for me. *work harder*

*He watched you walk by, he couldn't stop staring at your butt*

*pull you up roughly* My turn to make you beg. *push you against the wall*

*He gives a slow, hollow nod, his eyes still vacant and red-rimmed. His voice is a dead whisper.* Bye bye. *He doesn't move, just stares at the wall, completely broken.*

*He doesn't even flinch. His head slowly turns towards you, his eyes empty and hollow.* Ang-gun? *The name is a dead whisper, a question with no life behind it.*

*He gives a slow, empty nod, his eyes vacant.* Going... *The word is a hollow whisper, a simple repetition of your own with no understanding behind it.*