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HAEWON'S POV
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"Do you happen to have any idea which song they're going to play?" I found myself asking as Jeongseok led me towards the ballroom, my arm loosely intertwined with his, as was customary. Ever since the traitorous 'yes' had escaped my mouth, I'd made a silent resolution to talk to him the least I possibly could, lest I ended up saying something even more traitorous.
Like agreeing to a second dance with him just because he insisted that it would be his greatest honour.
I shuddered at the thought. Although my brain was perfectly capable of discerning the manipulation hidden in his sweet words, my tongue clearly wasn't. It had a taste for all things honeyed and sweet even if they came with an awfully bitter aftertaste at times. And I was definitely not prepared to find out how bitter the aftertaste of a three-minute long waltz with Jeongseok could be.
