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HAEWON'S POV
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"Careful not to break eye contact, Mischief, or I might end up suspecting that you actually like me." Jeongseok muttered slyly as I twirled right back into his arms, my hands coming to rest on his waist and his on mine, while we began to lightly sway to Lover by Taylor Swift.
"Never," I breathed, my heart hammering against my chest out of nervousness and surprise as I took in how close we stood together, barely an inch of distance between our chests and breathing the same air, while all others around us seemed to stand at a much more respectable distance from their partners. Or perhaps, I was simply imagining things, my brain rejecting the idea of closeness with Jeongseok and making me believe that I needed to put a little more distance between us.
