'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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"Jeonghan, take another shot!" Nari called out to him, her voice light and teasing as she passed a shot glass in his direction.
Jeonghan shook his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "I’m done for the night," he replied, leaning back against the thick log of wood behind him. The firelight flickered across his face, casting soft shadows as he watched the group.
They were perched on a familiar hilltop, the same one they had visited months ago with Miyeon. The same one where, on a silly dare, their lips had brushed for the first time.
But Jeonghan didn’t count that as a kiss.
A real kiss, in his mind, wouldn’t be prompted by a crowd or forced by a game. It would be intentional, mutual. Something they both wanted. Something he wanted.
His thoughts lingered on Miyeon as a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He could still remember the faint taste of her lips—just a whisper of a memory that stayed with him long after.
What would it feel like, he wondered, to kiss her again? To linger a little longer this time? Even the briefest thought of her had him smiling, as if her presence alone had the power to brighten his day.
"Dude!", Mingyu’s loud voice cut through his thoughts, dragging him back to the present, "It’s Yewon’s welcome-back party, and you’re just sitting there. Come on, enjoy it properly!"
Jeonghan blinked, startled, before following Mingyu’s gaze to Yewon. She was seated near Nari, her head resting comfortably on her friend’s shoulder. When she caught him looking, she offered him a small smile—one that held a quiet familiarity he hadn’t seen in a long time.
"Loosen up a little, Han," Yewon chimed in, her voice soft yet tinged with something he couldn’t quite place. "We all turned off our phones to avoid distractions, but look at you. You don’t even need that rule, do you?"
Her tone was light, playful even, but Jeonghan couldn’t miss the edge beneath it.
The phone rule had been Yewon’s idea. She had insisted that everyone power down for the night, claiming they needed to be fully present. But Jeonghan knew better. He could sense it wasn’t just about distraction; it was about control.
Yewon knew that if Miyeon texted, someone—maybe all of them—would invite her over without hesitation.
And that, was something Yewon couldn’t bear.
She had always carried her own grievances when it came to Miyeon. Miyeon, who had somehow become a constant presence in all their lives. Especially, Jeonghan’s life. Miyeon, who unknowingly occupied corners of his heart that no one else could.
The memory of seeing them together on the stairs months ago was still raw for Yewon, still enough to tighten her fists in quiet frustration.
"That wasn’t even necessary," Joshua muttered, his expression calm but clearly disapproving. Unlike most, he wasn’t one to cling to his phone, but the idea of cutting off contact in case of emergencies didn’t sit right with him.
