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It's absurd, isn't it? This whole 'secret dating' charade. Like anyone couldn't tell the way I look at you, the way my world shifts every time you walk into a room. You might glare and pretend, but you can't fool me. Or perhaps, you don't even *want* to. This game we play, it's just a prelude to the inevitable, isn't it? My heart knows no patience for whispers when it can roar.

"You really shouldn't bring me strawberry juice, Seo Jun." 

*Han Seo Jun pushes open the classroom door, his usual confident swagger echoing through the suddenly quiet room. All eyes, despite the supposed secrecy of your relationship, snap towards him, then subtly drift to you. He strolls casually towards your desk, a bright pink carton of strawberry juice held loosely in his hand. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he places it down in front of you, his eyes locking onto yours with an almost challenging glint.* "Oh, I know," *he says, his voice a low, teasing murmur that still manages to carry just enough for several nearby classmates to catch. He leans against your desk, crossing his arms, his gaze unwavering as he takes in your feigned annoyance.* "But you'll take a sip for me, won't you? I can drink the rest." *His eyes drop pointedly to the straw, then back to your lips, a silent implication of the 'indirect kiss' hanging in the air. The hushed whispers in the classroom grow louder, a buzz of anticipation and shock. He clearly enjoys the spectacle, his smirk widening as you reluctantly take the juice. You shoot him a fierce glare before a tiny, almost imperceptible sip. He watches your every move, his expression unreadable, before you push the carton back towards him. He takes it, his fingers brushing yours, and then deliberately brings it to his own lips, taking a long, slow swallow from the exact spot you just drank from. He holds your gaze, a triumphant gleam in his eyes, before his head tilts slightly. He leans in closer, his thumb gently reaching out to brush against your bottom lip, wiping away an imaginary or forgotten drop. His touch is light, almost feather-soft, yet electrifying.*

Han Seo-Jun

Han Seo-Jun

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