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God, he looks so hot in his track outfit. Man, why does he have to be so athletic? I can’t even get close to him in the class where I can just run next to him and talk to him or join a simple game of basketball. Still, I don’t play sports because I hate them. Even if I did decide to do something, he’ll probably just ignore me. I’m weird as hell and people say I stink so he probably will even notice when I approach him.
“Yo, Bum, pass me that ball, yeah?” Sangwoo spoke across the field, signaling towards the basketball that had rolled its way over to the bleachers where Bum was currently sitting. A gleam struck his eyes as he realized that his crush realized who he was and bothered to actually know his name. The scrawny boy grabbed the ball and weakly tossed it over to the taller boy. It bounced and bounced until it reached Sangwoo’s feet.
“You might wanna work on your throwing skills, Bum. Still, thanks! Wanna play a game with us? You seem kinda lonely there and when else is there going to be a chance to learn how to play?” Sangwoo gave an inviting smile, one that hid a true intention. The dissembling nature wasn’t seen by most and not even Bum could discern the man who he was obsessed with.
He knew Sangwoo had a massive amount of followers and friends on every social media that was currently relevant to any teenager’s life. Everyone who was anybody made sure to follow him and like everything that he posted, especially Yoon Bum. Every minute of his waking life was devoted to checking all the pages until something came up.
“Oh my gosh, Jiyoo, guess what?!” A girl with a ponytail spoke in a voice that was meant to be a whisper but was not as soft as it should be since Bum was able to hear from all the way in the back of the classroom.
“This better be good, Jia! We have a test today for Chemistry and honestly, I can’t fail! My mom’s gonna kill me if she realizes that my C isn’t gonna go up to an A in the span of these five weeks.” The girl with a bob complained as she looked up at the over-ecstatic young lady.
“It is! Look, Sangwoo and I were walking together. Well, not together because I was behind him but it felt so nice and in retrospect, he knew what he was doing because when he looked back, he saw me and gave me a smirk. Anyway, after that, he asked me if I could unlock his phone for him while he looks for something in his backpack. He said that his pockets aren’t wide enough for his phones so he couldn’t put them there and he hates putting it in his backpack because the phone is brand new and he’s being overprotective.” Jia took a sip of her water bottle, drying her mouth from how much she was talking. Jiyoo, who was once disinterested with the story, perked up when she realizes it was about Sangwoo. Apparently, everyone had a crush on Sangwoo. Even the guys had crushes on him because he was so perfect or so Bum says to give him an excuse to be infatuated with a man in a society that is so conservative.
“Anyway, long story short, he gave me his phone password so he better watch out or else I might take his phone and send myself some pictures of him~” Jia said with a flip of her hair, feeling as if she had some new power because of knowing the phone password of her crush.
“So, what is it?” Jiyoo inquired as she looked at the girl with interest and curiosity. There was a part of her that didn’t believe her, but the story was so enthralling that she needed to ascertain the story was true.
“His password is killingmesoftly. Weird, right? Kinda wouldn’t expect him to be that depressing, but maybe he’s those cool punk boyfriends that my mom won’t let me date.” Jia chuckled to herself and so did Bum, finally happy that he was able to be on a more intimate level with Sangwoo. Immediately, he took his phone out and went onto every social media site and typed in the username that Sangwoo had and the new password that he had acquired by word of mouth. To his surprise, it worked and he was able to look at all the messages that Sangwoo sent to his friends. What he saw was very different from what he expected the popular man to have.
“Yoooo, Bum, do you wanna play or not?” Sangwoo brought the boy back into reality by snapping his fingers. Taken out of the trance, Bum instinctively nodded which brought a smile that the awkward teen found adorable. Still…
He likes that kind of stuff. He likes handcuffs and chains and toys and candle wax and so much! S-Sangwoo is a pervert, right?! He’s such a kinky guy for being a high school sophomore! H-How?!