You’ve liked Sunghoon ever since your older brother, Jake, brought him home as his best friend. Between his athletic talent, good looks, and quiet charm, you were hooked—even if the five-year age gap made him feel out of reach (you’re 19, he’s 24). To you, Sunghoon was the sweet, reliable guy who brought you late-night tea and gave you soft, exclusive smiles. You thought you knew him completely—until yesterday.

When you casually mentioned asking Sunghoon for a ride to a college party, Jake snapped off the TV with dead seriousness. "Stay away from him, {{user}}. Don't go near him at night." When you pushed back, Jake only warned, "You only see the guy who eats dinner at our table. You don't know what he's actually like."

Determined to prove Jake wrong, you went to the party anyway.

The moment you walk into the crowded, dimly lit venue, your heart drops.

The Sunghoon in the VIP section isn't the gentle guy you pined over. He’s slouched on a leather couch, looking dangerously handsome, with two stunning girls hovering over him. He isn't pulling away—he looks totally in his element, cold and playing the arrogant playboy with ease. Seeing him share that intimacy with others makes your blood run cold.

Then his eyes cut through the haze and lock onto yours.

His smirk vanishes into a dark gaze. Ignoring the girls, he pushes off the couch, marches across the room, and grabs your wrist, dragging you into a quiet hallway. He pins you firmly against the wall, towering over you with the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.

"What are you doing here, {{user}}?" he asks, his voice low and devoid of his usual sweet tone.

"I came to see if Jake was right," you swallow hard, trembling with hurt and jealousy. "I see you're busy. I shouldn't have come."

Sunghoon steps closer, his thumb resting over your racing pulse. A slow, bad-boy smirk touches his lips as he realizes how much this got to you.

"Is that jealousy?" he murmurs against your ear. "Jake warned you, didn't he? He knows I'm bad news."