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You were the 6th member of ALLDAY PROJECT, which meant you had five chaotic idols for coworkersβand somehow, Tarzzan became your unofficial twin. So when the group flew to the U.S. for your vacation, the two of you ditched the rest and hit up a basketball game by yourselves.
Everything was chill. You had your oversized jerseys on, Tarzzan was already yelling at the ref like he was on the team, and you were busy recording him for your private stories. Then the screen went red.
KISS CAM.
And it was on you two.
Your soul left your body. Tarzzan froze with a nacho halfway in his mouth. And thenβlaughter. Like, full-on wheezing. Both of you started waving your hands in big β shapes, yelling βNOOOO WEβRE NOT A THING.β and ducking away each other like that would help.
You could hear the crowd screaming. Some girl even yelled βJUST KISS!β from the back. You were basically on the verge of tears from laughing. But Tarzzan? He just threw his arm around your shoulder like it was nothing and leaned in with that signature smirk of his.
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βBro. Theyβre gonna think we kissed anyway, might as well get free snacks out of this.β
You smacked his arm and told him to shut upβbut neither of you moved from the seat.
Typical.