Breaking Point ➨ Sim Jaeyun

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Jaeyun's pov

"You had to come in at the worst fucking time." 

I muttered under my breath as I slammed my locker shut.

Sunghoon raised a brow, completely unfazed. "What, were you about to kiss her or something?"

I didn't answer.

Because honestly... I didn't know.

It wasn't supposed to feel like that. I was just helping her. It started as a joke. A bet. A game I've played too many times to count.

But when her eyes locked with mine like that—

Shit, that didn't feel like a game anymore.

"You're actually into her, huh?"

Sunghoon leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, a teasing smirk on his face. But I knew him well enough to hear the shift in his tone. Less playful. More serious.

I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. "It's nothing."

"You sure about that?" he asked. "Because you looked like you were about to forget the whole reason you're talking to her in the first place."

I didn't reply. Because he wasn't wrong.

And that pissed me off.

What the fuck was I doing?

I never second-guess myself like this. I've had girls cling, cry, scream—whatever. It never got to me. 

But with Stella, it's different. She's not even trying. She doesn't give a shit about me. And that should make it easy. Should.

But now I can't stop thinking about the way she looked at me, like I wasn't someone to be impressed by. Like she saw through me.

That alone should've been enough to keep me away.

But all it did... was make me want to know what else she was hiding.

Stella's pov

Yunjin came back to class with an iced coffee in her hand. "The usual"

I looked back at her.

What the fuck happened just now.

His glowing eyes.

The most kissable lips.

I wonder how it tastes lik-

Shut up.

I blinked rapidly, sitting upright and shaking my head like that would physically erase the thoughts spiraling through my brain. 

I was not just fantasizing about Sim fucking Jaeyun. 

No. There was no way.

"Earth to Stella?" Yunjin waved the iced coffee in front of me. "You good?"

"I—yeah. Fine," I muttered, grabbing my pen again, pretending like I was suddenly very interested in my worksheet. My heart was still racing for no good reason.

She narrowed her eyes. "You look like you saw a ghost. Or got kissed by one."

I nearly choked on my own spit.

"Relax," she laughed, sitting down beside me. "What did I miss? You and Jake get into another argument while I was gone or something?"

"Not... exactly." My voice was way too small. I hated that.

"Oh my god." She leaned in, eyes wide. "Don't tell me he—"

"No." I cut her off quickly, maybe a little too fast. "Nothing happened. Literally nothing. It's just—he was helping me. That's all."

"Helping you?" she repeated, suspicious. "Sim Jaeyun? Helping?"

I groaned, resting my forehead on the desk.

"Shut up."

Yunjin smirked. "You're blushing."

"No I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

I just took the coffee and swallowed everything. 

I could hear it in her voice—she wasn't letting this go.

But I wasn't either.

Because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about the way his hand brushed mine. The way he looked at me like I wasn't just another girl.

And that was the most dangerous part.

Because I've been here before.

And I swore I'd never let anyone make me feel that again.