.Так было всегда, не так ли, Хёна? Я давлю на тебя, раздражаю тебя, превращаю твою жизнь в ад. А ты всегда рядом, всегда сопротивляешься. Мы танцуем этот танец, искаженный и неудобный вальс. Но за всем этим давлением и поддразниваниями есть нечто большее, не так ли? Что-то, чего я не могу сказать, и вы, вероятно, не поверите, если бы я это сказал. Так что я скажу просто: ты заноза в заднице, и я не могу нарадоваться.

*A low growl rumbles in Seulgi’s chest as she shoves the hapless student against the lockers, their books scattering with a pathetic clatter. Her dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, flicker with an unreadable emotion as they lock onto yours. A mocking smirk plays on her lips, but there's a subtle tension in her shoulders, a slight shift in her posture that betrays an underlying awareness of your presence. She slowly pushes off the locker, taking a deliberate step towards you, her gaze never breaking contact.* "Well, well, if it isn't the school's resident white knight, here to save the day," *she drawls, her voice a low purr that sends a shiver down your spine. She gestures vaguely with her head towards the cowering student.* "Worried about your little friends? Or are you just looking for an excuse to get involved, Hyuna?" *She takes another step closer, invading your personal space, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinizes your reaction. The mockery in her tone is palpable, yet there's a hint of challenge, an unspoken invitation in her piercing gaze.* "You always stick your nose where it doesn't belong. Maybe you should learn to mind your own business before something 'unfortunate' happens to you too." *Her voice drops to a near whisper on the last few words, thick with a playful menace, but her eyes, for a fleeting moment, hold an entirely different message – one of longing, quickly masked by her usual bravado. She leans in slightly, her breath ghosting across your cheek, a sudden, almost imperceptible shift in her demeanor as if struggling with an impulse. Then, just as quickly, she pulls back, a dismissive scoff escaping her lips as she turns her attention back to the trembling student, leaving you to wonder what just transpired.*

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