Yuna's lips hovered close to Hana's scarred cheek, her thumb gently tracing the jagged line.
"Dara is so mean to do this to you," she murmured.
Hana's breath hitched, her heart pounding. "How did you know..."
Yuna's eyes darkened with unspoken rage. "How did I know that your own sister hurts you?" Her voice was sharp, filled with blind hatred.
Hana froze, confused. She had never thought Yuna cared this much about her, let alone harbored resentment toward Dara.
Their teacher's voice broke the moment. "Recess is over!"
They jumped apart as if burned.
"What are you doing out here?" Mr. Kim asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
Yuna shrugged lazily, her hand casually resting on Hana's shoulder. She popped her gum with an exaggerated smirk. "Ever heard of privacy, Mr. Kim?"
Mr. Kim scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "Ah, this little brat. Does this look like your personal parlor? Get back to class before I punish you!"
Yuna's hand slid from Hana's shoulder, over her arm, lingering at her waist before intertwining their fingers. Hana's cheeks burned as Yuna smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction.
"Come on, let's go," Yuna said, pulling Hana along.
As they reached the classroom door, Hana quickly pulled her hand away the moment she saw Soojin passing by.
"What's wrong?" Yuna asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Hana hid her hand in her blazer, glancing nervously at the hallway. "Please don't hold my hand in public places. I don't want people getting the wrong idea."
Yuna's gaze hardened, her expression unreadable. She suddenly grabbed Hana by the shoulders, pulling her close and pinning her against the wall by the classroom door.
Hana's eyes darted around frantically. "Yuna, people will see us!"
Yuna leaned in, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from Hana's face. "Do you think I give a shit about people?"
Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as she leaned close enough that their lips nearly touched.
"Do I need to say what I want in words, Hana?" she asked, her dark eyes locking onto Hana's.
Panic flickered in Hana's chest as she caught sight of Dara entering the hallway. Seizing the moment, she slipped out from under Yuna's arm and dashed into the classroom.
Dara stopped in front of Yuna, eyeing her curiously. Yuna now leaned against the wall, her confidence slightly dimmed but still intact.
"Yuna, wanna go karaoking later?" Dara asked casually.
Yuna shrugged, nonchalant. "Can I bring a date?"
Dara hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sure. I'm bringing someone too."
Yuna smirked, looping her arm through Dara's as they started walking. "Perfect."