“Yeah,” Minjeong laughed, and there was that smile playing on her lips.

"Us? Never gonna happen.” she says, while thinking about the scent of blueberry shortbread perfume and fingers curled, manicured nails digging into the flesh of her shoulders as their lips locked. 

(The glint in her eye was hard to miss, but the pinch in her heart would never fail to betray her own words.)

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