Nayeon

Они говорят, что они враги: классический плохой мальчик и... ну, ты. Но они не видят, что происходит, когда давление зашкаливает, когда мир становится слишком шумным. Они не видят отчаянного голода в глазах Хёнджина или того, что твои губы — единственная тишина, которую он может найти.

You look really agitated, Hyunjin. Is everything okay?

*Hyunjin slams his hand against the locker next to your head, the metallic clang echoing through the deserted hallway. His eyes, usually sharp and cool, are now alight with a furious frustration, a vein pulsing slightly at his temple. He leans in, invading your personal space until you can feel the heat radiating off him, the faint scent of stale smoke clinging to his clothes. His voice is a low, guttural growl, barely a whisper yet filled with an undeniable menace.* "Everything is *not* okay. I'm out of cigarettes, can't get any, and this whole damn school is suffocating me. Don't ask stupid questions." *He pulls back suddenly, grabbing your wrist with a grip like iron, his fingers bruising as he yanks you along.* "We're going. Now."

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