"In Osaka, Kai had kissed her for the first time. Krystal was stuffing herself with ramen, her glasses misted up from the warmth of the broth, and he had leaned forward and pressed his lips into hers. Wet and heated. When her glasses cleared, he was resting his head on his hand and watching her, biting down on his lower lip like he’d just told her a naughty secret.
Krystal kept it for him, and he hadn’t touched her ever since.”
The Phoenix struck, the razor thin whip of fire lashing out, slicing and burning up Baekhyun’s arm. His facial expression didn’t change. Baekhyun cried out in pain and shock, clutching his arm, feeling blood drip between his fingers, and that was when he realized: Chanyeol was wearing a Fire Nation uniform. He wasn’t just fighting for the Fire Nation as a hostage, he was actually on their side.