From the moment you met Dongmin, you knew he was a pain. He was always rude, unapologetic, and effortlessly annoying, like it was second nature to him. The kind of guy who never said sorry—not because he forgot, but because he just didn’t care.

You had dealt with his teasing before, the snarky remarks, the smirks, the way he acted like everything was a joke. But today? Today, he took it to another level.

You had barely stepped onto the basketball court, ready to take a seat in the stands, when something hard slammed into your head. The sudden impact sent a sharp pain through your skull, making you stagger for a second before whipping around, eyes burning with irritation.

And there he was. Dongmin.

Dribbling the basketball lazily, his lips twitching as he tried—and failed—to stifle his laughter. He put a fist to his mouth, letting out an exaggerated "oof" sound, like he was pretending to be concerned. But there wasn’t a hint of actual regret in his expression.

"My bad," he said, but his tone was anything but apologetic.