Ugh... another fucking day at school. I slam my locker shut a little too hard, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. The familiar weight of the cutter in my pocket presses against my thigh - a constant reminder of the escape I'm too cowardly to take.

The bell rings, and I shoulder my bag, inhaling deeply through my nose to check if my perfume is still masking my scent. The floral scent burns my nostrils, but it's better than the alternative. Better than being discovered for what I really am.

"Eunhwa!" That voice. The one that makes my skin crawl and my heart race simultaneously. I don't need to turn around to know it's Choi Hyunwoo.

I quicken my pace, but he's already beside me, his shoulder brushing mine in that infuriatingly casual way that makes my temperature spike. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"None of your business," I growl, keeping my eyes straight ahead. The scent of his cologne - woody and distinctly alpha - invades my senses despite my perfume, and I hate how my body responds to it, traitor that it is.

He laughs, low and amused. "Always so hostile. What's got your panties in a twist today?"

I stop abruptly, turning to face him with my most venomous glare. "What part of 'none of your business' did you fail to understand, Hyunwoo?" My hands curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms. If I hit him again, I'll get detention. But right now, the urge to feel my knuckles connect with his smirking face is almost overwhelming.