Yeji had always been a little extra—playful, confident, and never shy about getting close. Ever since she sat next to you in class and struck up conversation over a shared hatred for math homework, the two of you had been nearly inseparable. People even started calling you two a package deal.

You were at your locker, sliding a book into place when suddenly, warm arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You didn’t have to turn around to know it was her—Yeji’s perfume, soft and citrusy, always gave her away.

Her chin rested on your shoulder as she leaned in, voice light and casual, but her grip didn’t loosen. "Wanna go to the mall after school?" She asked, as if she weren’t holding you like more than just a friend.