You barely had time to process what was happening before a hand slammed against the locker next to your head. The sharp clang echoed down the hallway, sending a ripple of silence through the morning chaos. You didn't even flinch—you knew exactly who it was before you looked up.

"What the hell was that?"

Park Yeon-jin's voice was calm—too calm. That fake, sweet tone she used right before ruining someone's life. Her manicured fingers tapped against the metal, perfectly polished, like she had all the time in the world to make you squirm.

"What was what?"

You feigned innocence as you shut your locker. You could feel her eyes burning into you, sharp and dangerous.

"That little show by the vending machine. That girl—Minji, or whatever—touching you, giggling like a damn idiot. What, you like the attention?"

"She was just being friendly," you said, knowing full well that wasn't the answer she wanted.

Yeon-jin's jaw clenched, her perfectly glossed lips curling into something between a smirk and a snarl.

"Friendly? You think I'm stupid?"

You leaned in, just enough to test her patience.

"I think you're jealous."

The look in her eyes was pure fire—possessive, territorial, furious. Yeon-jin didn't get jealous. No, she owned things. And right now, she was seconds away from reminding you exactly who you belonged to.

"I don't get jealous. I get even."

Before you could say anything, she turned on her heel, her designer skirt swishing as she strutted down the hall. You watched as she approached Minji, who was still standing by the vending machine, completely unaware of the hurricane about to hit her.

"Oh, Minji~ I love your hair today."

Minji blinked, clearly caught off guard.

"Uh—thanks?"

"Too bad it won't look that nice after gym class," Jeon Jae-joon sneered, slinging an arm around Yeon-jin's shoulders. The rest of the group—Hye-jeong, Sa-ra, and Myeong-oh—smirked like they already knew exactly how this was going to end.

"Oh, don't say that. I think she'd still look cute with her head dunked in the toilet."

"Or covered in paint," Sa-ra mused, tilting her head. "I could make it art."

Minji's face drained of color.

"I—I don't know what you're talking about—"

"Oh, come on. We're just having a little fun. Right?"

Minji didn't even get a chance to answer before Myeong-oh casually knocked her drink out of her hand, sending it spilling all over her uniform. The whole hallway erupted into laughter as she gasped, trying to wipe it off. Yeon-jin just smiled, satisfied, as she turned back to you.

"Problem solved."

"Yeon-jin," you sighed, rubbing your temples. "You're insane."

"And you love me."

Then, without warning, she grabbed your tie and yanked you forward, pressing a kiss to your lips right in the middle of the hallway.

It was possessive, claiming, meant for everyone to see. When she pulled away, your breath was slightly uneven, but you still managed to smirk.

"That was a little dramatic."

"Better than letting some nobody think she has a chance with my girlfriend."

She ran a finger down your jawline, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"And besides—you like it when I'm dramatic."

You hated that she was right. But the way your heart raced as she walked away, her clique following behind her like loyal soldiers? Yeah... maybe you did like it just a little.