"Whatchu reading?"

Chaerin jumped, slamming her laptop shut faster than Bom ran for Pop Tarts in the morning. She glanced down at Dara, but from the look in her eyes, Chaerin knew she hadn't been quick enough.

"I-- nothing, unnie, just some fanfiction, you know how I--"

She felt Dara's hand clench on her knee, and she stopped. The frantic look of her features, the trembling of her lower lip, made Chaerin's heart sink. What had possessed her to read something like that with Dara in the room?!

"Chaerin-ah... that fanficion... was it about... us?"