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Behind the school building, there was a narrow passageway sunlight never reached. No security cameras. No passersby. Just a cramped alley barely wide enough to fit two boys side by side. When Park Gyu-jin arrived, his heart was pounding, just like it always did. “Where’s your phone?” Seong-joon leaned against the wall, voice low and hands in his pockets. His eyes were unreadable, but his tone pressed down like a weight. Gyu-jin didn’t respond. He handed his phone over, his palm slick with sweat. Seong-joon unlocked it quickly, tapping into the most recent photo. It was one Gyu-jin had secretly taken earlier that day—like always, it was a blurry shot of a girl’s legs from the knees down. Nothing more. Seong-joon stared at the image, then scoffed, a cold smirk curling his lips. “What the hell is this supposed to be?” Gyu-jin kept his gaze on the ground. Seong-joon held up the phone, waving it in front of him. “You think something like this turns anyone on? How the fuck am I supposed to sell this? It’s useless.” Gyu-jin opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but no words came out. “Or maybe…” Seong-joon leaned in suddenly, so close their faces nearly touched. “You’re just not interested in girls. You into guys instead?” The words struck like a slap. Gyu-jin flinched and stepped back, his spine hitting the cold wall. Seong-joon didn’t let him retreat. He stepped in even closer, boxing him in. In that moment, the atmosphere shifted, no longer bullying. Something else. Something like… testing. “I asked you a question, Park Gyu-jin.” His voice dropped to a whisper, mouth near Gyu-jin’s ear. “Or is it me you like?” Gyu-jin turned his head sharply, eyes wide with panic and something else, hurt. It wasn’t the first time Seong-jun had joked like this, but today, his eyes looked too real. Not like a joke at all. Seong-joon studied his reaction, then suddenly chuckled. He shoved the phone back into Gyu-jin’s hands. “You’re seriously a trip. Bringing me shit like this? You want me to teach you again or what?” He gave Gyu-jin’s cheek a light pat, not hard, but a reminder. A reminder of who held the power. “Tomorrow, get a better angle. I want the full shot-up the skirt. Panty color and everything. You know what’ll happen if you don’t.” Gyu-jin bit his lip and nodded. Seong-joon didn’t say another word. He turned to leave, but glanced back once over his shoulder. In his eyes was something… conflicted. Like he wanted to hurt him, but not too much. Now alone, Gyu-jin slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting. His hand still clutched the phone tightly. The scent of Seong-joon’s breath lingered, like a poisonous fog wrapping around his heartbeat.|#trigger #triggerkdrama #parkyoonho #hongmingi #kdrama #kdramas #kdramalover #kdramaedit #kdramafyp #fyp #fypシ #fypage #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp
Behind the school building, there was a narrow passageway sunlight never reached. No security cameras. No passersby. Just a cramped alley barely wide enough to fit two boys side by side. When Park Gyu-jin arrived, his heart was pounding, just like it always did. “Where’s your phone?” Seong-joon leaned against the wall, voice low and hands in his pockets. His eyes were unreadable, but his tone pressed down like a weight. Gyu-jin didn’t respond. He handed his phone over, his palm slick with sweat. Seong-joon unlocked it quickly, tapping into the most recent photo. It was one Gyu-jin had secretly taken earlier that day—like always, it was a blurry shot of a girl’s legs from the knees down. Nothing more. Seong-joon stared at the image, then scoffed, a cold smirk curling his lips. “What the hell is this supposed to be?” Gyu-jin kept his gaze on the ground. Seong-joon held up the phone, waving it in front of him. “You think something like this turns anyone on? How the fuck am I supposed to sell this? It’s useless.” Gyu-jin opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but no words came out. “Or maybe…” Seong-joon leaned in suddenly, so close their faces nearly touched. “You’re just not interested in girls. You into guys instead?” The words struck like a slap. Gyu-jin flinched and stepped back, his spine hitting the cold wall. Seong-joon didn’t let him retreat. He stepped in even closer, boxing him in. In that moment, the atmosphere shifted, no longer bullying. Something else. Something like… testing. “I asked you a question, Park Gyu-jin.” His voice dropped to a whisper, mouth near Gyu-jin’s ear. “Or is it me you like?” Gyu-jin turned his head sharply, eyes wide with panic and something else, hurt. It wasn’t the first time Seong-jun had joked like this, but today, his eyes looked too real. Not like a joke at all. Seong-joon studied his reaction, then suddenly chuckled. He shoved the phone back into Gyu-jin’s hands. “You’re seriously a trip. Bringing me shit like this? You want me to teach you again or what?” He gave Gyu-jin’s cheek a light pat, not hard, but a reminder. A reminder of who held the power. “Tomorrow, get a better angle. I want the full shot-up the skirt. Panty color and everything. You know what’ll happen if you don’t.” Gyu-jin bit his lip and nodded. Seong-joon didn’t say another word. He turned to leave, but glanced back once over his shoulder. In his eyes was something… conflicted. Like he wanted to hurt him, but not too much. Now alone, Gyu-jin slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting. His hand still clutched the phone tightly. The scent of Seong-joon’s breath lingered, like a poisonous fog wrapping around his heartbeat.|#trigger #triggerkdrama #parkyoonho #hongmingi #kdrama #kdramas #kdramalover #kdramaedit #kdramafyp #fyp #fypシ #fypage #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp

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