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You were always known as the stubborn kid, a reputation that seemed to cling to you like a second skin. But Hanni Pham was no stranger to defiance, perhaps even more so than you. And in the tangled web of adolescence, the two of you found yourselves entangled, foolishly in love.
As you walked down the bustling hallway, you spotted Hanni amidst her group of friends. She and Hyein engaged in playful banter, laughter bubbling between them. Hyein's eyes twinkled mischievously as she spotted you from a distance and leaned in to whisper something to Hanni.
Upon hearing her name, Hanni turned in your direction, her eyes lighting up in recognition. "Y/n?" she called out, beckoning you over.
"Yes?" you responded, your curiosity piqued.
"You know what?" she asked, a playful grin dancing on her lips.
"Yeah," you mumbled, a hint of a smile tugging at your own.
Hanni burst into laughter. "Nothing,haha," she teased.
"Hanni unnie, seriously! I told you to flirt!" Hyein chimed in, a mock scowl on her face as she turned her gaze towards Hanni.
"Flirt? With me?" you asked, a genuine puzzlement in your tone.
Hanni's eyes widened in mock innocence. "No, no, no, no, no, no! What even is flirting? Seriously, what the heck!" she protested, her cheeks tinted with amusement.
Before Hyein could explain, Hanni cut her off. "You're unbelievable. I'm going to go find Minji. At least she makes sense," she declared.
"Wtf, Hanni Pham," Hyein muttered under her breath.
"I'm your unnie!" Hanni called after her in mock indignation.
"Okay, whatever. You know what? I'm out," Hyein announced, swiftly making her exit. Turning to you, she paused, then said, "This damn Pham unnie has a thing for you!"
"What?" you exclaimed, but before you could process it fully, Hanni's voice rang out.
"What the fuck, Hyein!?" Hanni's face contorted in surprise, a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
As she moved to chase after her friend, you instinctively reached out and gently caught her arm. "Huh?" she stammered, eyes flicking between your hand and your face, cheeks now painted with a rosy hue.
"You... like me?" you inquired, your voice steady but your heart pounding.
"No, it's just a joke. Really, it's nothing," she deflected, a nervous laugh escaping her.
"Okay... but I do like you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, but the sentiment rang loud and clear.
"Really?" she breathed, her eyes searching yours for sincerity.
"Do I need to prove it?" you asked, determination in your gaze.
Her response was a quiet yet fervent, "Yes, of course. I'm not just going to take your word for it."
Without warning, you pulled her close, your hand finding her waist, and you kissed her, a tender meeting of lips that tasted as sweet as honey. When you finally pulled away, your breath mingling, you whispered,
"Now?"
The air seemed to crackle with the shared revelation. The moment hung suspended, an unspoken promise of something more.
