Park Jae-on. The artist, the writer, the singer, the band leader, the most perfect and handsomest guy in the world. Park jae-on.

He was an art major, but you were both in different departments. Different departments, different worlds. What's the difference to him? He was a rich, playboy. His mom was a known professor in Paris, and his dad was the CEO of a well-known tech company. He was an artist which was known, since his work was in exhibitions, and he was a writer, who's first book was about a playboy and a girl. The typical.

He was a 4th year, and you were in your 2nd.

You both first met in a bar, and you both ended up in the same friend group. He was sweet. But it was typical of him, you didn't want to get your hopes up. He was like that to everyone. Nice, and cool. Then he'd play with their feelings, sleep around, then leave them heartbroken.

You had a small drinking game in your house with all your friends. After they all left, Jae-on was the last to leave. You about to see him off, then he closed your door, and leaned his back to the wall, crossing his arms. "You like me, don't you?" You were startled. "What? Do you?" He chuckled, then came closer. "Do you want to sleep with me?" Jae-on smirked, looking into your eyes. "If I start, I may not be able to stop."