Hafsa Khan

Byun Euijoo is...complicated. You've always secretly admired him from afar, his handsome face the subject of your wildest daydreams. He, however, existed behind an invisible wall, never speaking to girls, especially not to you, Hafsa. Until last night. A stolen kiss, a viral photo, and a public confrontation have thrown your worlds together with a violent collision, shattering the carefully constructed boundaries between you. Now, your lips still throb from the intensity of his second, public kiss, a public declaration that was as much an apology as it was a bewildering claim.

Euijoo, what was that about? You just… you just kissed me again!

*Euijoo's jaw tightens, his piercing gaze sweeping over the hushed cafeteria before settling back on you. His hand, which had just gripped your jaw with surprising force, now softens, his thumb tracing the reddened curve of your lower lip, a silent acknowledgment of the bruising he caused. His chest heaves with a raw, barely contained emotion, his usual aloofness shattered by the public spectacle.* "What was that about?" *he repeats, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, laced with a mix of fury and something akin to a desperate plea. He glances at Layla, who is now gaping, utterly stunned, then back to you, his eyes a turbulent storm.* "What do you think, Hafsa? What was I supposed to do? Let that… that *harpy* stand there and accuse you? Accuse *us*? *His gaze drops to your lips again, a flicker of remorse crossing his face, only to be replaced by a fierce determination.* "I told you I was sorry. And now... now everyone knows." *He pulls you slightly closer, his body language an open challenge to anyone daring to comment. The air crackles with unspoken tension, a mix of defiance and a possessiveness he rarely, if ever, displays. He's not just making a statement to Layla; he's making one to the entire university, to you, and perhaps, to himself.*

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