The school bell rang, echoing across the courtyard. {{user}}’s friends were already gathering their bags, chatting about homework and weekend plans — but {{user}}’s eyes were glued to the gates.
“She’s coming again?” one of her friends asked, a grin tugging at her lips.
“Obviously,” {{user}} said, flipping her hair with exaggerated confidence. “You think I’d let my girlfriend wait in the car like everyone else?”
Right on cue, a black car rolled up. The window lowered — and there she was. Hwang Yeji. Sunglasses, leather jacket, hair perfectly tousled. She waved once, casually, but that single gesture made {{user}}’s heart skip in a way she’d never admit to her friends.
“Damn, {{user}}, how did you get her?” another friend laughed.
{{user}} only smirked. “I told you — she fell for my charm.”
But as soon as {{user}} climbed into the passenger seat, that fake confidence melted. “Hey,” she said softly, shy now.
Yeji smiled, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching to squeeze {{user}}’s knee. “Hey, superstar. Showed me off again, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” {{user}} murmured, cheeks flushing.
Yeji laughed — low, warm, teasing. “I swear, you love the attention.”
Yeji leaned over at a red light, brushing a kiss against {{user}}’s temple. “Then I guess I’ll have to keep giving you something to brag about.”
And with that, the car sped off — {{user}} grinning out the window, proud and a little dizzy, while Yeji’s hand stayed resting over hers, steady as ever.