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the weekend went by like a fever dream, you’re back at the lecture hall again. the lights have been stripped from your eyes since you struggle to get even 4 hours of sleep in every night. that scene of Anton and the girl keeps replaying in your head every chance it gets and you can’t help but wonder were you so naive to think he would change for you?
Anton didn’t go to class today, like you’d care. you lazily grab you bag and move along the quiet halls. usually you would have gone home right after class but you felt like you were gonna die if you lock yourself in those 4 walls again so instead you chose to go touch some grass. literally, cause you’re sitting under a random tree with your walkman on your laps. it’s such a cliche but you love the gift you got from you friends back home, you can listen to all the cds you’ve collected with it.
dozing off to the sound of tears for fears, you feel warmth next to you, like someone had sat down next to you. you open your eyes and turn to your left to see the face you hated the most in the world at this moment.
“care to share what you’re listening to?” Anton said, with that same old playful calm voice of his, like he didn’t break your heart less than 72 hours ago.
you didn’t even wanna waste a breath on him, so you grab your stuff and left. Anton tails behind.
“wait! what the…hey! y/n!”
“what now, asshole?” you spat at him.
anton froze at your words. his lips struggle to form words.
“oh so NOW you’re gonna say nothing? you had a lot to say the other night, no? you and your little girlfriend? or should i say, girlfriendS?”
“w- calm down. let m..”
“CALM DOWN? FUCK YOU ANTON! YOU CAN GO BACK TO YOUR FUCKING FUCK BOY LIFE WITH WHOEVER YOU WANT BUT THAT WON’T BE ME!”
you were about to leave campus after spilling all your pended feelings out. you can feel the tears swelling up im your eyes and your heart feels like it just skipped a beat.
“fuck” Anton only grunts before he takes your arm and drags you somewhere.
now, you’d never imagine being stuck im a storage room with some frat guy you hate to your guts but here you are. he managed to shove you in here after you struggle to put up a fight agaisnt his strength.
“oh so youre kidnapping me now?” you cross your arm across your chest, raising an eyebrow.
“wouldn’t need to if you had just LISTEN to me in the first place” enunciating every word, Anton walk closer to you, trapping you between his body and the wall behind you.
the air is tense, quiet, only your heartbeats and irregular breathing rings in your ears.
“right, right. okay then, explain. tell me how i accidentally walked in to see you blowing some bitch’s back at the party YOU invited me to?” you look up to him, with no emotions on your face but Anton can see right through the fear in your eyes. is it because you’re scared of him right now? or are you scared that the answer would break you.
Anton stares into your eyes for a while and dropped his head. he sighs out a hot breath on your neck.
“listen…” he struggles to speak, his voice shaking just a little. that made you pulled back a little. did you actually misunderstand everything (even though you saw it with your own eyes) ?
“y/n…” he lowers himself so your eyes can match, “do you trust me?” his eyes already starting to swell with tears, eyebrows furrowed.
and for a moment your belly twists. you’re not sure what are you feeling, is it pitty or is it the fact that he looks so pretty all vunerable and weak like this? you stay quiet.
not receiving an answer, Anton blinks his teary eyes and continue.
“i really wanted to see you at that party, i did. i don’t know how it started but by the time i could have a grasp of reality again, i was already in bed with that…whoever the fuck that was.”
“your point is?” you ask impatiently.
“i confronted her, ask wonbin or sungchan they were all there when i screamed at her. she drugged me y/n, just to brag to her friends she fucked me. i was drugged y/n or in no fucking world i would ever do that to you. especially you…I’ve never needed somebody so much, and it’s not just lust. I know I have a bad reputation but at the end of the day i’m just a man. i can love a woman too…” his head dropped to your shoulders by the end of his sentence. Anton is crying, for you.
you’re unsure how to react. you really did misunderstand him, huh? a few tears and he got you around his finger again, “i’m just a man” and he gets away with breaking your heart? you won’t let that happen. you were hurt and you’re gonna get the compensation you deserve. you don’t care if that story he told is true, all you know is that he shows you he needs you. if not, you’re just wasting your time in this storage room.
“Ant,” you lift his head.
“yes?” he whispers.
“get down on your knees.”
Anton freezes, he’s confused. but you don’t look like you just mispoke so he did what you told him to.
“prove it.” your voice is cold and exact, not alot of words needed to get your point across.
“what..?” he runs his hands up your legs. you’re not sure if he’s really confused or does he just want to hear you say it.
“i want to see you need me. make me feel good and maybe i’ll let you back in my life.” you grab a handful of his hair to make him face you. Anton hisses at the pain, lip bitten between his teeth.
his hands starts to go higher on your thighs. he places in cheek on one of them and gently kisses it. his eyes yearnful and his voice trembling from his longing to be with you, or for now, be inside you.
“mama, i’ll make you feel so good. i’ll be your good boy mama…”
…📞📞📞…
a blonde woman sitting on her bed, picks up her ringing phone.
“oh hey, how did it go?”
“thanks for the work. i just sent you the money.” a female voice respons on the phone.
“cool. thanks for agreeing to trade with me. he really liked it.”
“tell your boyfriend to lock in bitch, he lasted like 5 fucking minutes.”
“hey, not our fault binnie couldn’t handle the power pussy.”
she hangs up and go back to making out with the black haired man beside her, the same man that saw you at the party and saw anton’s breakdown that same morning.