In when a total of 23 contestants joins mnet's I-LAND, one of them being a Japanese girl named Sato Hana.
"Why don't you just join the girl version or another girl group?"
"The company wants my voice, but with my dance they want me with a boy group...
Warning: extremely rushed and all over the place, very choppy.
Did not read over and edit so uh.
Also the worst chapter you've ever read (written wise like the way I wrote it is so bad)
Pls comment as much as u can bc honestly when there's no comments I don't feel like updating bc yeah I'm like do yall even like this ?? And then I spiral and don't update so uhhhhhhh yeah sorry guys
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"Oh my god."
Hana looks up at Heeseung, who's frozen, cheeks red, eyes in a daze.
"I just kissed you oh my god oh my-."
Hana puts her own hand in front of her mouth, looking around panicked before opening the curtain and running to the bathroom door.
Heeseung quickly follows and grabs her arm. "Wait Hana-."
"I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking I-."
"No it's fine I-."
The two just stare at each other, not saying a word.
This time it's Heeseung leaning down to kiss her, his hands holding her jaw softly as he moves his lips against hers.
Hana's mind is practically spinning as Heeseung turns her around and pushes her against the vanity bench, his fingers tracing down her body to her waist as her arms support her own body behind her, the two's lips still locked.
Heeseung holds Hana's waist and lifts her up with ease, placing her onto the vanity bench beside the sink, her heart banging against her chest as this scene feels all too familiar to her.
Heeseung's right arm snakes around her waist as he stands between her legs, pulling her closer to his body as his left hand goes back to holding her jaw. The position, causing even more butterflies in Hana's stomach which leads her to push him away ever so slightly.
"We- we should stop." Hana breathes out, her gaze continuously switching between Heeseung's eyes and lips.
"We should."
Less than a second later he leans back in, kissing her as if he's been starved of her presence for centuries, his desire for Hana only increasing from the way her fingers started to gently tug on his hair.
His left hand finds its way to her bare waist under her shirt, as his right hand holds her thigh close to his own waist.
Hana's mind, still in a daze soon starts to actually work, her sanity coming back as she gently pushes him away.
"We.. heeseung what are we doing? We're in..." Hana's trying so desperately to catch her breath, staring at the boy in front of her with messy hair and messier lipgloss stained lips.
"We're in a broadcasting facility with camera's everywhere, we can't.."
Heeseung comes to his senses as well and nods, having to look away from her to suppress his urge to kiss her again.
