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jeongguk kisses isha.

she doesn't want him to, and she wasn't expecting him to, but when he does, she can't push him away. how can she? she'd loved him for three years, and he'd left her broken, damaged, and so irrevocably beyond repair.

but she had still loved him.

his lips feel familiar. too familiar, in fact. his stomach is taut under her hands, skin smooth, and when her fingers brush over his jaw, it's soft, shaven — unlike harry's, and when she—

god, harry.

isha pulls away almost immediately, eyes going wide, lips feeling treacherous, tearing her gaze away from gguk's as she runs, towards harry, towards the one person she doesn't want to hurt.

but it's too late, and the damage's already been done.

harry's seen everything.

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