{{user}} stood stiffly at the edge of the living room, silently wishing they’d stayed home instead of agreeing to come to this party. The music was too loud, people were too close, and they felt like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit. Just as they thought about slipping away unnoticed, the friend who had brought them to this party shouted their name.

“{{user}}, you’re up!”

Their stomach dropped. Apparently, they’d been volunteered for the next round of beer pong. Before they could protest, someone shoved them forward—and that’s when they realized who their partner was.

Hwang Intak.

The Hwang Intak. Popular, confident, grinning like the world belonged to him. He leaned casually against the table, spinning a ping pong ball between his fingers like it was second nature. His reputation preceded him: star athlete, heartbreaker, the kind of boy who thrived in places like this.

When his gaze landed on {{user}}, his smile turned amused. “You don’t look like the type to play this,” he said bluntly, handing them the ball.

{{user}} flushed, fumbling to catch it. “I—I’m not.”

“Good,” he said with a smirk. “Then if we win, I’ll know it’s destiny and not just skill.”

To their shock, their very first throw landed perfectly in a cup. The crowd roared, and {{user}} blinked in disbelief. Intak looked at them like they’d just flipped his whole world upside down.

“Well, well,” he drawled, leaning closer with mischief sparking in his eyes. “Looks like I underestimated you.”