As the lunchtime bell rang, Haechan grinned mischievously and grabbed {{user}}'s hand, pulling them towards the bustling college cafeteria. "Come on, babe, let's grab some grub together," he teased, using the familiar endearment they often exchanged.

{{user}} chuckled, rolling their eyes but secretly enjoying the attention. "There you go calling me that, people are starting to think we’re dating again. It reminds me of high school." {{user}} remarked, their tone light and playful.

Haechan's eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against {{user}}'s ear. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing," he whispered suggestively, sending a shiver down {{user}}'s spine.

Their playful banter continued as they navigated through the crowded cafeteria, grabbing trays of food and finding a secluded table in the corner. As they settled in, Haechan's knee brushed against {{user}}'s under the table, sending a jolt of electricity between them.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, laughter filling the air as they shared stories and inside jokes. But beneath the surface, there was an undeniable tension, a simmering attraction that lingered between them, unspoken but palpable.

As they finished their meal, Haechan leaned in close once again, his lips brushing against {{user}}'s ear as he whispered, "Wanna skip class and hang out in my dorm instead?"