-the better you know someone, the less you like them
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Sharing a secret with a particular person can create a certain bond form between the two of them. The secret we are referring to however cannot be the one that is similar to your hidden crush on a classmate that you swore you told just three people but became the talk of the whole classroom the day after. To begin with, the fact that it was told to three people right off the bat doesn't make it a secret anymore.
In the first place, a secret is only told to a special person you hold great trust and fidelity for. The fact that a person whom you will be now sharing a secret with just sprung in front of you without any sort of warning would bubble up a special connection between the both of you. Well, it proved quite an effective event for a start of a new relationship in all the countless shows I've watched and stories I've read.
Nonetheless, it is quite a fact that being forced to keep a secret with another means it can pretty much compel the both of them to keep an eye on each other more often as a means of making sure that the secret doesn't spill. It shows that something in common can truly chain two people together. After all, the links of one metallic chain are formed quite similarly to each other -- which could perhaps be a reason why they would fit together perfectly.
"(Y/N), (Y/N). Lookie here." Hearing her name chanted by that familiar downy voice of her light-blue haired companion, the said female whirls her head around to face the source. As she had done so, a blinding white flash greets her view and along it was the recognizable shutter sound of a camera. Upon blinking owlishly, she then realized what exactly her dorm mate had done.
"Hey." A small frown weighing down her lips, the (h/c) haired female uses her right foot to nudge on Khun's knee, a glare forming on her visage as she watched the blunette zoom in the picture he had abruptly taken from her. "Delete that or I'll chop your head off."
"I'm skeptical that you could but I am very intrigued that you may." Unfazed, Khun tilts his head up to send (Y/N) a taunting smirk, flashing the picture before her pools of (e/c) as a trill of amusement flashes through his azure orbs at the girl's futile attempt to snatch the mobile device away -- the blunette evading the attack with one swift motion. "Oh, don't sweat the small stuff. At least, you will have a remembrance of your bad deed. It is your final day of work after all."
"Just bug off, baby blue. I have work to do." (Y/N) heaves out an exhale, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose at the feeling of an occurring headache. Not quite fond of feeding the boy's sadistic entertainment, the seventeen-year-old female decides to ignore the light toned male.
