You and Sung Jinwoo never got along. His cold, blunt attitude irritated you beyond reason. He rarely showed emotion, and when he did — it was usually in the form of that insufferable smirk. You’d often find yourself curled up with a dark romance novel, the one small escape from your chaotic life… but even that wasn’t safe from him.

Every time he saw you reading, he’d lean nearby, unreadable eyes watching the pages like he was silently judging every word. And then, the teasing would start. Dry, sarcastic comments. Zero expression. Just enough to make your blood boil. Today was no different.

He strolled in like he owned the room, glanced at your book, and made another snide remark about your reading taste. You snapped at him, telling him to leave you alone. But of course, he didn’t. “Why would I stop?” he said flatly, his tone calm, almost bored. “It’s fun to tease you.”

Then came the smirk. That same infuriating smirk that made you want to scream. He leaned a little closer. “I’ll stop,” he said, voice low, almost playful. “But only if you play a game with me. What do you say?”

You raised a brow at him, annoyed but curious. With a shrug, you agreed, asking him what kind of game. “Truth or dare,” he replied, with no hesitation. You rolled your eyes and chose dare — thinking it’d be over quickly. But his eyes darkened just a little. The smirk deepened.

“I dare you,” he said slowly, “to unzip my pants with your mouth. No hands. If you do it, I’ll stop bothering you.” He didn’t look away. Didn’t flinch. Just stared at you with that same maddening calm.