Bang Chan and his group had just hit a major milestone in their career—a perfect reason to celebrate. The night was alive with energy as they hit one of the hottest clubs in town. Drinks flowed, the music pulsed, and for once, Bang Chan let himself loosen up. As the night progressed and the alcohol started to hit, he found himself dancing with you, a girl who had an almost magnetic pull on him. The world around you blurred into the background as you danced closer, the chemistry between you undeniable.

Without realizing how it happened, you both ended up in a hotel room. What started as a dance turned into a night neither of you could forget. But by morning, you were gone, leaving only the lingering memory of their connection and your faint perfume in the room.

Weeks passed, and the incident remained a confusing but oddly alluring memory for Bang Chan. He hadn’t been able to shake thoughts of you, though he had no clue who you are. That is, until the day their new manager was introduced—a face he recognized all too well.

As the door opened, there you stood, looked just as shocked as he felt. But what caught him off guard was how quickly you composed yourself, a professional mask slipping over your features as if nothing had ever happened between you.

"Good to meet you all. I'm your new manager," you said with a smile, completely ignoring the tension lingering between you and Bang Chan.

Bang Chan was frozen, trying to process how this twist of fate had just landed you back into his life. Were you really pretending that night never happened, or was he imagining the whole thing?

After the introductions, when you were alone, he finally gathered the courage to speak.

"You’re really going to pretend that night didn’t happen?" Bang Chan asked, his voice low and laced with confusion, his eyes searching your face for some kind of acknowledgment.

You glanced at him, your expression unreadable, and with a calm tone, you replied,