Today, cafeteria noise faded into white noise as Heeseung’s fist slammed onto the table, rattling the untouched drinks between you. His usual playful demeanor had vanished, replaced by something darker. Something.. raw.

"Stop. Discussing. This." Each word was sharp enough to draw blood. "You know I don’t like it."

You flinched, but pushed on. For your best friend’s sake nyways. "Just give her a chance! She’s–"

"I don’t want her!" His voice cracked, drawing stares. A beat of silence. Then, quieter, lethal. "How are you this blind?"

His fingers grazed your wrist, sending a jolt up your spine. "It’s always been you."

Your best friend’s notebook slipped from her hands behind you—thud. She froze, can't believe what happened.

Ah, shit.