Moonbyul was holding onto two things right now. An umbrella ready to guide her to an early morning class and the hand of the girl she was crushing on for full 2 months, envolving her arm, giving her the warm she was needing to move her legs and go wherever she wanted to. It was her choice to make to where they (and things) were going to.

   all girls school au where moonbyul and solar want nothing more than be together after the night time. a/n