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“Fine, but I owe you.” Shin-ae relented, looking up at the tall redhead standing before her, holding out a taco.
Yeong-gi opened his mouth, ready to respond, when Shin-Ae crouched down.
“What?”
She stood up, holding his earbuds. Lecturing him about taking care of his stuff, she reached up and put the earbuds back in his ears.
Yeong-Gi looked down at the face that was now mere inches away from his own. She was saying something about the volume of his music. But he couldn’t respond. It was all he could do not to -
Not to what?
His hands shook with the effort not to reach up to - oh god, he wanted to kiss her.
Where was this coming from?