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I froze.
Didn't kiss back. Didn't move. Didn't even breathe properly.
She pulled away first, eyes hard, smile gone.
"You want it or not," she said quietly, "but you're mine, Mr. Jung. Get that in your mind."
And she walked off.
I followed her outside. The argument was low, tight, ugly. She accused. I explained badly. She cried-not loudly, but enough to bruise my chest.
When she left, I stood there like an idiot, staring at the road.
That's when I heard it.
"Wow," Taehyung said. "You look... heroic."
I closed my eyes.
Of course.
I turned. "Don't."
He tilted his head. "Don't what?"
"Do this."
"Do what?" He stepped closer, hands in pockets, voice light. "Exist?"
I said nothing.
He hummed. "Rude."
Then, softer, almost casual, "Hey. Mr. Jungggg."
I started to walk away.
"Okay, okay-leave it," he called. "Quick question. Do you smoke?"
I rolled my eyes. "No."
He gasped. "Of course not. Mr. Good Boy."
I stopped.