"All morning," Minjae confirmed. "Hyung came back last night looking... affected. They haven't stopped teasing him since."
Soorin's face went hot. "Affected?"
"His words, not mine." Doyun's grin was absolutely evil. "Also his hair was a mess. And he was walking funny. And he sang the national anthem for twenty-three minutes straight according to the car's bluetooth."
'Oh shit.'
'Oh no. They knew.'
Well, they didn't know know. But they knew enough.
Taekyung strolled in, earbuds in, looking half-asleep. He nodded at Soorin, then sat in the corner with his laptop.
Normal Taekyung behavior.
Then Haejin walked in.
The energy in the room shifted immediately.
He looked at her. She looked at him.
Both remembering last night. The car. The lap. The grinding. The—
"Hi," he said.
"Hi."
Jisoo made a gagging noise. "Wow, the tension."
"There's no tension," Haejin said.
"There's so much tension I could cut it with scissors," Daehyun muttered.
