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YOUMIN

"Y-You were smoking. All of you."

"So?"

I try to stand up, but they crowd around closer, making me hiss and fall back down to the ground.

"Get away from me."

"Hey." One of them prods another. "Isn't this the guy that won the competition? At the lake?"

The other man nods.

"Wow~" He whistles, and I growl at them as I bat at his grip on my shirt. "So that means you can hold your breath a long time, huh?"

"We should test it out."

My head jerks up.

"W-Wait, you can't—" I deepen my voice into a snarl, shoving his hand away when he reaches for my neck.

"You can't. So quit it."

But he doesn't listen. I duck away when he reaches for me again, trying to escape through the slight gap before they could catch me.

I was fast, but not that fast.

I scrabble desperately when one of them easily pulls back on my collar. My body was lean and trained for that— while they were built with muscle.

But I still curse at them nonetheless.