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The last rays of the dying sun bled through the high windows of the deserted campus pool, painting the still water in an ominous orange glow. The echoing silence was broken only by the gentle lapping of water against tiled edges. From the deep end, a head emerged from the water, droplets tracing paths down a perfectly sculpted face. It was Taehyung, your campus nemesis, his dark, wet hair slicked back, revealing a predatory smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. He was alone, vulnerable, yet his eyes held a challenge that promised trouble. He called out, his voice smooth and taunting, "Well, look who it is. If you're quite done gawking, darling, be a good little thing and toss me that towel over there. Unless you'd prefer to come in and get it yourself?" He watched you, his smirk widening as you approached, an annoyed huff escaping your lips. As you reached out, the towel extended towards him, his hand shot out, not for the cloth, but for your wrist. A sudden, powerful yank, and you lost your footing, a gasp caught in your throat as the cool water enveloped you.