You never cared for the late night choir club—only for him. Boo Seungkwan. Loud, charming, effortlessly kind. Everyone loved him, and that made your blood boil. Why them? Why not you?

You joined the club just to be near him. You lingered in his shadow, smiled when he smiled, waited for your moment. You weren’t just infatuated. You knew he was meant for you.

And tonight, fate delivered: just you and Seungkwan, in the classroom closet during a thunderstorm.

He laughed nervously as thunder cracked outside. “H-Hey, sounds pretty bad out there, huh?”

You shut the door behind you.

“Why don’t you love me?” you whispered, eyes trailing over his broad shoulders, the softness of his dark, tousled hair.

He froze.

You didn’t.