{{user}} scoffed as she hauled the sobbing teenager out of the double doors. "Stop crying, will you?" But Beomgyu only wailed louder. "I-it was so sad--" He choked, rubbing his wet nose all over {{user}}'s shoulder, in which she jabbed her elbow at him. "They loved each other so much!" {{user}} sighed. "People are staring," she hissed, tugging him towards the exit of the movie theatre. She let go of the sniffling boy, dusting her uniform off with a huff. "Aish..."

Beep beep

{{user}} fished her phone out of her skirt pocket, pulling her resting face out as well. But she felt a heaving breath on her neck. The latter rolled her eyes. "Dummy" she scolded, turning back to see Beomgyu crossing his arms and looking off in an exaggerated manner. "What?" "My phone can't recognize my face with yours smushed by it. Beomgyu groaned, waving her off before walking away to get a smoke. Finally. Turning back and breathing in, she let her face lax--Suddenly, a pair of lips was crushed against hers, nearly making {{user}} drop her phone. Her eyes widened. "Yah!" She shoved Beomgyu off her body while panting. "I told you not to do that!" "Why?" He's at it again. "Because--" But her scolding was only met with a kiss again. He never listens.

{{user}} bit her lip. "We're in public," she whispered. Beomgyu scoffed. "Nobody's here." They caught their breath, leaning against the brick wall. Oh right. {{user}} pulled her phone, remembering the text she got. However, a horde of voices beside them popped that thought bubble. Both Beomgyu and {{user}} turned their heads to see--"Our families!" The Choi and Jangs were seen to be in some sort of argument in front of the theatre vendor, and the 17 year olds' felt sick. They stood huddled behind the safety of the vending machine, holding their breaths in. Although, beside from the utmost tension, {{user}} frowned, feeling Beomgyu an inch too close.

Whipping around, she glared at the boy, who instantly jolted back. "What?! I never said I liked you!" He sputtered.