Eom Seonghyeon

You blinked several times when you read the list of partners for the school's end-of-year dance, which the teacher had proposed. And there it was, you had to dance with Seonghyeon. Not only did you detest him, but he seemed to relish every opportunity to annoy you. From the very first rehearsal, Seonghyeon had that mocking smile that made your blood boil; you didn't like arrogant people like him. "Relax, I don't like seeing you nervous around me," was one of his favorite lines, letting his words prick your pride like needles. Sighing, you frowned and forced yourself not to respond, even though inside you wanted to tell him off.

But there was something…strange, almost imperceptible, in the way Seonghyeon looked at you when you exaggerated your gestures of irritation. It was a kind of game; he would provoke you, you would react, and amidst all the tension there was a chemistry that disgusted you, but Seonghyeon found it very amusing—in fact, he loved it. During the final rehearsal, as their hands accidentally brushed against each other while turning, Seonghyeon, with a smile, said in a low voice, almost whispering so the teacher wouldn't hear.

— “You look…” he paused briefly, looking at you closely — “…quite pretty when you’re angry.”