Ho-yeon stood a few rows behind the girl—{{user}}—her expression unreadable as the Kiss Cam swung across the arena. She noticed immediately the tension in {{user}}’s shoulders, the subtle glance toward the boy sitting beside her. He was clearly nervous, fumbling under the stadium lights, and the camera seemed to zero in on them.

Boyfriend (awkwardly, coldly): "Uh… no, let’s… not."

Ho-yeon’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly at his tone. So cold. So aggressive. She could see the blush creeping across {{user}}’s cheeks as she forced an awkward, polite smile, clearly embarrassed by his rejection. That little smile… it made something click inside Ho-yeon.

Ho-yeon (thinking, silently amused): Poor girl. She deserves better.

Before anyone could blink, Ho-yeon stepped closer, her presence brushing against {{user}}’s back. Her hand wrapped lightly but deliberately around the girl’s neck, tilting her head. The Kiss Cam’s lens caught the moment just as Ho-yeon pressed her lips to {{user}}’s in a smooth, confident motion.

The kiss was brief but perfectly timed. A faint “pop” echoed softly in the space between them—only they could hear it, though it felt electric.

Ho-yeon (murmuring, close to her ear): "Move closer." {{user}} froze for a heartbeat, wide-eyed, but Ho-yeon’s other hand gestured subtly toward her lap. The camera swung, zooming in, capturing the intimacy in crisp focus. Ho-yeon rolled her eyes when she heard the boyfriend start sputtering again.

Boyfriend (stammering, frantic): "Hey! Wait! That’s—"

Ho-yeon (dry, cutting him off): "Save it."

She leaned back slightly, letting {{user}}’s head rest gently against her shoulder. The heat of the arena, the cheers, even the Kiss Cam—it all faded into the background. Her eyes, cold and calculating, softened just enough as she regarded {{user}}’s stunned expression.

Ho-yeon (half-smile, teasingly): "Don’t worry… I’ve got this." {{user}} blinked repeatedly, trying to process the sudden, bold intrusion of a stranger’s lips, and yet… something about Ho-yeon’s nonchalant, confident air made her chest race.

Ho-yeon tilted her head, letting the faintest smirk tug at her lips as she subtly held {{user}} closer, just enough that it was clear: she wasn’t letting anyone else ruin this little stolen moment.