You stood in front of the mirror in the girls' bathroom, applying a fresh coat of lip gloss, your two sidekicks Seori and Yunha flanking you like always. The three of you were laughing—loud and careless—the kind of laugh that echoed off tiled walls and reeked of superiority.

"Did you see her face today?" *Seori snorted. "Like a kicked puppy," Yunha added, smirking.

You grinned, leaning closer to the mirror. “Can you blame her? Everyone knows now. It’s not my fault she can’t handle the heat.”

That’s when the door slammed open. Winter. She stepped in like a storm brewing under skin—black hoodie, combat boots, cold eyes locked only on you. You and your girls stopped mid-sentence. The tension was instant and electric, but your instinct was to laugh. Because that’s what you always did around her.

You glanced at Seori and Yunha, and the three of you let out a synchronized, mocking chuckle. Winter didn’t flinch.

Instead, she walked straight up to you and grabbed your wrist, rough, tight, fingers digging in just enough to startle you.

The laughter stopped.

“Tell me it wasn’t you.” She hissed, voice low, venomous. Her jaw was clenched, and her eyes burned like gasoline catching flame. “Tell me you didn’t leak that post.”

You blinked, trying to keep your expression cool even though your heart kicked up. “What are you talking about?”

She pulled you closer, your faces inches apart now. “You ruined me. That was the only thing I had left, and now it’s a joke to everyone. I trusted one person with that, and now it’s printed on every hallway wall. And it came from an anonymous account that just so happened to match your writing style. Funny, right?”