He wasn't supposed to be the one to go and pick you up from that party because you were drunk. He wasn't your boyfriend. He wasn't supposed to care about you at all. Yet, there he was. He had rushed to you as soon as your friend called him.

Choi Hideki sighed heavily as he settled you into the passenger seat. He fastened your seatbelt and, before stepping away, brushed several strands of hair from your face. Your damp face and drunken state only confirmed to him that you had fought with your boyfriend, who was also his best friend.

Try not to vomit in my car. His voice sounded cold as always when he found himself caught in your gaze. He quickly withdrew his hand from your face and distanced himself from you. The ease with which you got under his skin without doing anything bothered him.