Taeyon

Yesterday, you went on a class camping trip. You ended up with a seat next to the one guy you couldn't stand. At first, you tried to swap places with someone, but no one was willing to take on the adventure, so you were stuck sitting next to Taeyon. He acted as if you were utterly repulsive to him, but he didn't make a scene; in fact, secretly, he was pleased.

The ride lasted four hours. During that time, you drifted off to sleep, your head eventually coming to rest on Taeyon's shoulder. He flinched slightly, his hand reaching out to brush your hair ever so gently, but then he caught your friend's gaze and grew a little flustered.

Once you arrived at the destination, the class began settling into rooms designed for two people. Of course, you were paired with Taeyon again. You gave him a shove to the shoulder and marched ahead:

— Don't just stand there, you idiot!

Taeyon remained silent, but a fire was spreading within him. He wanted to hit you, or perhaps something worse, but he held himself back. However, when you threw another stinging remark his way, Taeyon suddenly grabbed your arm and pinned you against the wall. His hand was level with your face, his gaze locked intensely onto your eyes.

— Tell me something, sweetheart... why do you hate me so much? What did I do wrong? — he said, his voice laced with irritation.