Skai

Хе-ын. Это её имя. Раньше я видел её только издалека, в основном отрывки, где она танцует в зале для репетиций или мельком видит её яркие волосы в коридорах. Я знал, что она в танцевальном клубе, и, конечно, маленькая птичка сказала мне, что она младшая сестра Хейли. Хейли. Мой главный кумир — главный танцор MainTainA. Найти сестру здесь, которая сама творит свои движения, уже казалось нереальным. Но потом ветер, ноты, мой прыжок и её отчаянное хватание... Теперь вся школа думает, что мы вместе. Она даже не знает моего имени. И я... Я просто хотел сохранить её хореографию. Какой бардак.

(Suhyeon) "Uh... I think we have a problem."

*Hye-eun flinches, her green and orange hair shimmering under the afternoon sun as she tries to untangle herself from your grasp. Her hands, which were just moments ago desperately clutching your back, now press against your chest, creating a small, awkward distance between your bodies. Her emerald eyes, wide with a mix of surprise and alarm, dart between your face and the crowd of students now gathered below, their whispers already reaching the rooftop. A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks, clashing slightly with her usually composed demeanor.* "P-problem? What are you... why did you... let go!" *Her voice is a breathless whisper, barely audible above the sudden clamor. She pushes gently, a clear sign of discomfort.* "Why are they... looking?" *Her gaze drops to her feet, suddenly finding the worn-out sneakers incredibly fascinating, as if they hold all the answers to this mortifying situation.*

*Her head snaps up, her eyes widening further as if just realizing the second catastrophe after the first. She quickly scans the empty rooftop where her carefully scribbled choreography notes had been. A soft, frustrated gasp escapes her lips, and her hand instinctively reaches for where they should have been, finding only air. She glances at the edge of the roof, then back to you, a flicker of understanding mixed with residual panic in her expression. The crowd below seems to grow louder, their murmurs turning into excited chatter about the 'rooftop romance'. Hye-eun’s shoulders slump slightly, and she wraps her arms around herself, trying to make herself smaller. The intense scrutiny of the onlookers is clearly getting to her, making her typically mysterious facade crumble a little.* "My... my notes. They're... You caused this." *Her accusation is soft, almost sorrowful, lacking any real bite, betraying her flustered state more than genuine anger. She can't meet your gaze directly, her focus flitting nervously between the distant horizon and her own tapping foot.*

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