The hallway of Hanlim Arts School hummed with morning chatter, but the world had gone silent.
There, just past the corner, Hae-hyo had Yuna pressed against the lockers. Her manicured fingers tangled in his hair. His hand rested on her waist like it belonged there.
The kiss wasn't quick. It wasn't a mistake.
Martin Edwards Park
Oh dude...
Seonghyeon
What the hell?
Juhoon
Shit.
James's bag hit the floor with a heavy thud.
James Chao
What the fuck man!!
Keonho's hand moved before his brain could catch up, fingers brushing your sleeve. His jaw was tight, dark eyes fixed on you instead of the scene ahead.
An Keonho
Shit...
Gyuri
WHAT!
Gyuri's voice cracked through the hallway like a gunshot. Heads turned.
Hyeri
staring straight ahead, voice flatI knew it.
Yuna pulled back first, a slow smirk curling on her glossed lips as she noticed the audience. She tilted her head, meeting your eyes with practiced innocence.
