Hana was walking home when Yuna suddenly stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
"Hey," Yuna said, her voice teasing.
Hana sidestepped quickly, walking away without a word.
"Hey!" Yuna shouted after her, but Hana ignored her, pulling out her AirPods and putting them in. Girls' Generation blasted in her ears as she quickened her pace.
Yuna wasn't having it. She caught up, grabbing Hana's arm. "Hey, stop running from me."
Hana refused to meet her gaze. Before she could protest, Yuna plucked one AirPod out of her ear and placed it in her own. She grinned. "Nice song."
"Can you dance to it?" Yuna asked, already swaying to the beat.
Hana shook her head. "No... Look, Yuna, I'm not like you."
But Yuna was already moving, her backpack discarded on the ground as she rolled her hips to the rhythm, her movements fluid and captivating.
"We… we can't be friends," Hana stammered, swallowing hard as Yuna danced with effortless confidence.
"Says who?" Yuna asked, her tone challenging.
"Everyone, okay? I'm not pretty or popular like you," Hana blurted out, only to gasp when Yuna suddenly closed the distance between them.
"Who says I give a fuck about everyone else?" Yuna's voice was low, her finger brushing lightly against Hana's lips.
"I don't want this, okay?" Hana said, pulling away. She grabbed her AirPods and bolted, her heart racing.
"You better run, run, run, run!" Yuna sang behind her, laughing. "Don't let me catch you, Hana!"
Hana ran, her heart pounding—not just from exertion, but from the chaos of her emotions. She turned a corner leading to the bus stop, only to come to a screeching halt when Yuna appeared in front of her.
"Gotcha," Yuna said, smirking.
Hana gasped as Yuna brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Oh, my pretty Hana," Yuna whispered.
Hana flushed deeply. "I'm not pretty."
"You're right," Yuna said with a wicked grin. "You're so sexy."
Hana blinked, shrinking into herself as Yuna leaned in closer.
"Go out with me tonight?" Yuna asked, her tone soft yet insistent.
"I—I have homework," Hana stammered.
Yuna grinned, undeterred. "I'll do it for you."
Her hand slid up to rest on Hana's waist. "So stop running, my pretty Hana, and say yes…"
Hana's heart felt like it would leap out of her chest. "Okay," she whispered, barely audible.
Yuna pinched her cheek playfully. "That's my girl."
She grabbed Hana's hand, leading her toward the bus stop. Before they got there, a sleek Rolls-Royce pulled up beside them.
"Want me to drop you off at home?" Yuna offered casually.
"No," Hana said quickly, her voice firm.
Yuna nodded, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. "Alright… I'll just buy you a car, then."
Hana's eyes widened in disbelief. "No! I'm fine with the bus."
"If you say so, pretty Hana," Yuna teased, her smirk widening. She brought her fingers to her lips, kissed them, and pointed at Hana. "See you tonight. Look hot."