“TOUCH”
502 Words
Act 2, Scene 11
Setting: Lecture hall, afternoon. Students fill the room. Laptops click. Lee Yeon enters late, takes the seat beside Taeyang — like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Taeyang stiffens but doesn’t look at him.
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LEE YEON (cheerfully)
Sorry I’m late.
Overslept.
TAEYANG (flat)
Not surprised.
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(Lee Yeon leans over the desk, pretending to check the group project notes, and his fingers brush Taeyang’s arm. Barely a touch. Nothing special to anyone else. But Taeyang flinches.)
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(His breath catches. He grips his pen tighter. Lee Yeon doesn’t even react — continues taking notes, eyes forward like an innocent student.)
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TAEYANG (voiceover)
Calm down.
It’s just a touch.
Just a touch.
(He shifts in his seat, trying to ignore the heat rising up his spine. His pulse races.)
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TAEYANG (voiceover, quieter)
But why did it feel like he owned me?
Act 2, Scene 12: “Just Us Again”
Setting: A quiet campus study room. Evening. Their group was meant to meet, but everyone else canceled last minute — only Lee Yeon and Taeyang show up. The lights are dim, soft shadows cast over the long wooden table.
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(Taeyang enters first. He drops his bag, pulls out his notes, determined to act normal. A few minutes later, Lee Yeon slips in — calm, composed, as if they weren’t alone. As if the air wasn’t heavy.)
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LEE YEON
Just us?
TAEYANG
(slightly stiff)
The others bailed. We should still plan our part.
LEE YEON
(smiling)
Sure, hyung.
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(They both sit. A beat. Silence stretches between them as pages flip. Pens scratch. But the quiet feels wrong — like it’s full of something unspoken.)
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LEE YEON
Did you sleep well last night?
(Taeyang looks up sharply. Lee Yeon is looking at his notes like he asked about the weather.)
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TAEYANG
You think this is a game?
LEE YEON
No.
But you keep pretending it didn’t happen.
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(He meets Taeyang’s eyes now. Not smiling. Just… watching. Calm, unreadable.)
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LEE YEON
That night meant something. Even if you don’t want it to.
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TAEYANG
(sharply)
You crossed a line.
LEE YEON
So did you — when you didn’t stop me.
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(Taeyang flinches like he’s been slapped. He opens his mouth, closes it again. Then looks down.)
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LEE YEON (softer)
I remember how you looked, hyung.
You were trembling… but not from fear.
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(A silence. Taeyang’s fists clench under the table.)
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LEE YEON (leaning in slightly)
Say it didn’t feel good.
Say you don’t want it again.
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(Taeyang looks up. For a second, his lips part — like he might speak. But nothing comes out. His throat tightens. He pushes his chair back suddenly, standing up fast.)
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TAEYANG
I’m going home.
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(Lee Yeon doesn’t stop him. Just watches him go, slowly tilting his head — the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips.)
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LEE YEON (whispers)
Run, then.
But you’ll come back.
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