~Hana~
The tattoo guy lifted a hand. "Lee Know. Friend of Fan Xiao. I lost a bet."
Fan Xiao didn't say anything. Just sipped his water and stared at Anning like she was a bomb with ten seconds left.
Yu Jin snorted. "This table is giving 'group project where nobody did the work but everyone's mad.'"
"Let's just order," Park Min said, already waving the waiter over like he was born with authority in his blood.
We ordered. Mostly soju. A lot of soju.
Junho kept touching my hair. I let him. Every time he did, Woo Min's eyes got darker. I wanted him to feel something. Anything.
Twenty minutes in, the table was loud. Yu Jin and Park Min arguing about something stupid, Anning texting under the table, Fan Xiao and Lee Know having their own quiet conversation in the corner like they were in a different postcode.
I leaned over and kissed Junho.
Not a peck. A full mouth-on-mouth, tongue-if-he-tried-it kiss. Right there in front of everyone.
The table went dead silent.
