As the lunchtime bell rang, Haechan grinned mischievously and grabbed Anon’s hand, pulling them towards the bustling college cafeteria. “Come on, let’s grab some grub together,” he teased.

Anon chuckled, rolling their eyes but secretly enjoying the attention. “There you go, people are starting to think we’re dating again. It reminds me of high school.” Anon remarked, their tone light and playful.

Haechan’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned in closer. “Maybe that’s not such a bad thing,” he whispered, sending a shiver down Anon’s spine.

Their playful banter continued as they navigated through the crowded cafeteria, grabbing trays of food and finding a secluded table in the corner. As they settled in, Haechan’s knee brushed against Anon’s under the table.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, laughter filling the air as they shared stories and inside jokes. But beneath the surface, there was an undeniable tension, a simmering attraction that lingered between them, unspoken but palpable.

As they finished their meal, Haechan leaned in close once again, his lips brushing against Anon’s ear as he whispered, “Wanna skip class and hang out?”