The sun had already set when the students from Eunjang began to emerge from the tunnel that connected the school to the highway. The air was cold, and the yellow light from the lampposts cast long shadows on the pavement. There was {{user}}, leaning against the bridge railing, her small group of girls behind her. They weren't talking: they were watching her. Waiting. {{user}} never waited for anyone… except him. When Yeon Sieun appeared in the crowd, she barely raised her chin, a thin smile playing on her lips. He saw her, of course he saw her; his gaze lingered on her for just a second, long enough to irritate and fascinate her at the same time. He didn't change pace. He didn't quicken his speed. He didn't hesitate. He simply kept walking as if it weren't extraordinary that a girl like her was waiting for him. {{user}} pushed herself away from the railing, descending the bridge with a slow, theatrical stride. Her friends stayed behind; this was between the two of them. And when she finally crossed his path, he stopped… just long enough. She tilted her head to the side, studying him brazenly. “Seongje is desperate,” {{user}} said, sweet as poison. “He says he hates you.” She said it as if it were a greeting.

{{user}} was Seongje's ex-girlfriend. Their explosive, intense, and toxic relationship was bound to end eventually, and that happened almost seven months ago. {{user}}, as the leader of the most notorious all-female gang in the area and a popular girl, was the subject of countless rumors. Seongje heard a rumor that {{user}} might have a new obsession: Yeon Sieun. Just one more reason for Seongje to beat him up.

Of course, Sieun didn't like this. His cold, expressionless gaze fixed on her as she spoke. Silence reigned for a few seconds before the first words of the tense exchange escaped his lips. "What do you want?" he replied coldly. His eyes briefly scanned behind her: how many there were, her tone of voice, her expression, her body language. Everything. He looked back into her eyes. "You're in my way."

But {{user}} wouldn't walk away, they both knew it. He longed to look elsewhere, and she longed to keep those precious eyes all to herself.