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THE CAVE WAS COLD AND DIM, the only light coming from the faint reflections of lightning flickering outside. The storm raged on, its relentless downpour echoing through the narrow entrance. It wasn't just cold—it was the kind of wet, bone-deep chill that made even thinking feel like a task.
Y/n paced the small space restlessly, arms wrapped tightly around herself, trying to keep warm. Her damp shirt clung to her body uncomfortably, and her teeth chattered, though she bit down hard to stop them. The uneven ground of the cave made her steps jagged, her boots crunching against loose gravel and mud. She glanced toward the entrance, the curtain of rain making escape impossible.
"I can't believe this," she muttered, her frustration audible over the storm. "Of all the places to get stuck, it had to be here. This sucks."
Kwon sat against the wall of the cave, one knee propped up and his hands resting loosely over it. He looked at her like a tired mother of five watching her youngest, most entitled child who knew nothing but to whine and cry, his dark eyes tracking her every movement with a mix of amusement and irritation. "You pacing around like a trapped squirrel isn't gonna make the rain stop, you know."
She froze mid-step and spun toward him, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "Excuse me for not wanting to sit on this freezing, wet rock like some zen master. Not all of us can just—" she gestured at him wildly, "—turn off our brains and brood in a corner."
Kwon's lips twitched, a smirk threatening to break free. He leaned back against the jagged wall, looking far too composed for someone who was just as soaked and miserable as she was. "Better than stomping around and complaining like a kid who lost her juice box."
Her jaw dropped slightly. "I am not complaining."
"Right," he drawled, clearly enjoying himself now. "Totally not complaining. Just... passionately narrating how much everything sucks."
Y/n opened her mouth for a sharp retort, but she closed it just as quickly, realizing she was, in fact, doing exactly what he said. Instead, she settled for an exaggerated huff and resumed pacing, muttering something under her breath about "smug idiots."
Kwon shook his head, amused, but his expression shifted when his gaze inadvertently drifted back to her. Her shirt—soaked from the relentless rain—clung to her frame, the thin fabric teasing more than it concealed. He felt a sudden, unwelcome heat crawl up his neck. He immediately tore his eyes away, internally cursing himself.
