Sulli can literally feel the tension building between her and Soojung as their fingers brush together, not for the second time, but for the sixth time in the past five minutes. She turns her back on the other girl when the stares and the glances and the rush gets to be too much for her to handle, facing the counter to stir her steaming mug of hot chocolate, deep in thought as Soojung watches Sulli from her perch atop the slab of black marble counter top across from the taller girl. Something about this new neighbor of hers is filling the air between them with electricity, and haywire hearts, and Sulli likes it. She likes the feeling of Soojung’s cinnamon flecked eyes traveling over her, the subtle but deliberate way Soojung would touch her every chance she got, everything about this stranger sent little shocks coursing through Sulli. Just as she was about to turn around to meet Soojung’s level gaze, she felt something soft and firm press into her back. A strangled gasp once she realized exactly what was pushing up against her. “Here,” Soojung whispers into the shell of Sulli’s ear, “let me help you with that.”