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Haseul is acting weird.
It starts small: she sits next to Yves when they all go out to dinner.
That may not sound like much, but there’s a reason that, when Jinsoul forced them all to do paper plate superlatives last year, she and Haseul got “most likely not to know each other’s last names.” In a friend group of twelve some people are bound to be closer than others, and she and Haseul are very much the others.
(It’s not that Yves dislikes Haseul, for the record. Dislike would be easier to deal with.)
So Yves raises an eyebrow when Haseul slides into the chair beside hers even though most of them are still empty. But she lets it go, because what is she going to do, demand the reasoning behind Haseul’s choice in seats?
“What are you going to get,” Haseul says, leaning in close so that she can peer at Yves’ menu.
Their arms brush together. Yves shivers.
“Probably the same thing I always get.”
“Not into trying something new?”
That’s just a question – normal, situation-appropriate small talk – but for some reason it rings with implication.
That can’t be right, though. What on earth could Haseul be implying.
When their meals come, Haseul offers Yves some of hers, holding out a hunk of meat on her chopsticks. Yves is clumsy in taking it, and then Haseul wipes sauce off Yves’ lip with her thumb.
Yves jerks back, sirens blaring inside her mind.
Haseul pouts.
“Hey, why the reaction? I wouldn’t mind if you did that to me. I wouldn’t mind if you did a lot of things.”
Her gaze slides down to Yves’ lips, and Yves starts shaking.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“What? How? Yves, I’ve been trying to get you to notice that I like you all night and-”
Yves kisses her. Really goes for it, cradling Haseul’s head in her hands and ending with a bite to her lip.
“Sorry,” Yves says when she pulls back, glancing around at the ten shocked faces that will definitely demand explanations.
“Don’t be.”
Haseul ignores them all, pulling Yves into another kiss.