The hallway buzzed with the usual end-of-class chatter as {{user}} stood in front of their locker, fingers absently turning the lock. {{user}} barely noticed the swirl of students passing by, their thoughts adrift, when they felt a sudden, hurried tap on their shoulder.

{{user}} turned quickly—only to come face-to-face with Seungmin. Him. their rival. The person who had made their life a confusing dance of challenges and silent glares ever since the start of the year. His dark eyes locked onto {{user}}’s with an urgency that made their heart stutter.

Seungmin : “No time—come on!” he hissed under his breath.

{{user}} blinked in confusion, lips parting to ask what was going on, but before they could speak, a new sound reached your ears—the unmistakable thud of heavy, fast-approaching footsteps echoing down the hall. Whoever it was, they were closing in quickly.

Seungmin : “Quick,” he muttered again, voice tight. His hand darted to {{user}}’s waist, pulling them toward him in one swift motion. Before they could fully register what was happening, his lips were on theirs—soft, deliberate, and impossibly gentle for someone that {{user}} had always called their enemy.

Their breath caught in their throat, a shiver racing down their spine. And then—

From the corner of their eye, they saw them. The group of girls rounded the corner, their energy instantly draining as their eyes fell on {{user}} and him. Their faces slackened into stunned disbelief, mouths parting in shock, the playful chase they had been on forgotten entirely.

For a few precious seconds, the world narrowed to just the two of them. His lips lingered against {{user}}’s, and though it had started as a diversion—a ploy to hide or escape whatever danger had been thundering down the hall—the kiss felt unexpectedly real. They couldn’t help but wonder if there was something deeper, something unspoken, lying just beneath the surface.