The day had been irritating enough—Soojin glued to Seung Hyun from the morning announcements all the way through lunch, her laugh echoing every corner you turned. Ji Yong teased you the whole time, Daesung and Taeyang only adding fuel with their loud commentary.

By late afternoon, you were done. You stacked your files against your chest, hurrying out of the council office. The hallway was busy, students streaming past, and in the middle of it—of course—was Soojin, still linked to Seung Hyun’s arm.

You didn’t mean to. You really didn’t. But as you tried to slip past, your shoulder brushed hers, making her stumble just slightly.

Soojin froze, eyes narrowing. Then she laughed, sharp and mocking. “Ohhh, council president, you should really watch where you’re going. Or maybe you’re just so desperate to get near him you’ll bump into anyone?”

Daesung’s jaw dropped. Taeyang muttered, “Here we go…” Ji Yong immediately smirked, nudging you. “C’mon, sis. Don’t let her talk like that. Say something.”

Soojin tilted her head, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “It’s cute, though. Thinking you could compete.” She clung tighter to Seung Hyun’s arm, glancing up at him like she was already victorious.

All eyes turned to you—Ji Yong grinning like he was front row at a comedy show, the boys buzzing with anticipation, and Seung Hyun watching you silently, unreadable.