You glared at the clock on the wall, arms crossed tightly as you sat in the stiff plastic chair. Detention. Because of her. You didn’t even do anything, but somehow, being Yunjin’s best friend meant getting roped into her chaos—again.

She slipped into the empty seat next to you with a grin that was way too smug for someone who just got you both in trouble. “Still mad at me?” She whispered, leaning in like you two were sharing secrets.

You didn’t answer, turning your head away, jaw clenched. That only made her smirk more.

Yunjin draped her arm along the back of your chair, fingers casually brushing your shoulder. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” She murmured, her lips dangerously close to your ear now. “But if you’re really mad…I guess I’ll have to make it up to you.”