×∆× || What even are you

The hallway was almost empty when Nam Hee-ra stepped in front of Park Hu-min, blocking his path without hesitation. She didn’t touch him, didn’t say a word at first — she just stared, sharp and unblinking, like she was challenging him again.

Hu-min’s jaw tightened. He tried to move past her, but she shifted, matching him step for step.

For days, he’d been avoiding her. And she finally had enough.

Hee-ra spoke first, her voice low but steady. “Stop running.”

Hu-min stiffened. His eyes flicked to the fading bruise on her cheek — the one from the fight behind the gym. The one he stepped into without thinking.

She noticed where he was looking. Her expression softened for just a moment… then hardened again.

“Why did you help me that day?” she asked. “You don’t like me. You always act like I’m a problem you wish didn’t exist.”

Hu-min said nothing.

So she stepped even closer, close enough for their shadows to overlap.

“If you hate me,” she whispered, “then look me in the eyes and say it.”

But he couldn’t. Not this time.

The air between them tightened — the line between enemies and something else, thinner than ever.

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Park hu min X Nam hee-ra (you)