Chaeyoung had been your girlfriend for almost a year now—and if there was one thing she never failed to be, it was unapologetically herself. She was the definition of gaslight, gatekeep, girl boss. Sharp eyeliner, sharper comebacks, and the kind of confidence that made people move out of her way when she walked into a room. And somehow, that same girl chose you.

“You’re being dramatic.” She said now, twirling a strand of her blonde hair as she leaned against your locker. “I did text you back. You just didn’t check your phone.”

You blinked. “I literally stared at my notifications for twenty minutes.”

She smirked. “So maybe your phone’s broken. Not my fault.”

You narrowed your eyes, catching the playful glint in hers. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And still your girlfriend.” She said sweetly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Which means I’m right.”