Classtrip for two weeks

The room was full — soft music playing, people scattered across the floor and furniture. She showed up a little late, drink in hand, and found the only open spot: next to Heeseung on the bed.

They’d never talked before. Just a guy from the parallel class she passed in the halls. Still, sitting beside him felt surprisingly easy.

Conversations bounced around. Every so often, they’d agree on something at the same time — laugh, exchange a glance, dap each other up. It happened more than once.

Then someone loudly trashed pineapple on pizza. The room broke into loud opinions.

Heeseung looked over at her, half-smiling.

“Be real—if it’s there, you eating it or nah?”