𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜

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As they continued filming, Hope, Haechan, and Mark found themselves engaged in a lively conversation, their playful banter masking the underlying tension between them.

Haechan couldn't resist teasing Mark about his newfound role as a backup dancer, his words dripping with playful sarcasm.

"So, Mark, how's it feel being Hope's new dance partner?" Haechan quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Mark raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Better than being her babysitter," he shot back, his tone laced with humor.

Hope chuckled at their banter, enjoying the playful back-and-forth between her two friends.

Yet, beneath the surface, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between them, a connection that went beyond mere friendship.

As Haechan leaned in closer to Mark, their breaths mingled in the space between them, and Hope couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the charged atmosphere. Their faces were mere inches apart, their eyes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes.

"So, Mark, tell us, what's it like working so closely with me?" Haechan's voice was casual, but the intensity in his eyes betrayed his true curiosity.

Mark's pause was palpable, his gaze holding Haechan's in a silent challenge. "It's... different," he finally replied, his voice carrying a cryptic undertone that left Haechan hanging on his every word.

Haechan leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he sought to unravel the mystery. "Different how?"

Mark's hesitation was brief, but in that moment, Hope sensed a depth of emotion swirling beneath the surface. His gaze flicked briefly to her before returning to Haechan, his expression unreadable yet filled with an unspoken intensity.

"We can decide on that," Mark responded enigmatically, a hint of mystery lingering in his tone as he left Haechan to ponder the meaning behind his words.

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