The music was deafening.

Jay’s parties were always like this—crowded, messy, too many people crammed into one house with alcohol spilling over counters and couples making out in dark corners. He had always loved the attention, the chaos, the spotlight.

And tonight was no different.

You weren’t in the mood, though. The only reason you even showed up was because he was your boyfriend. Or… at least, he was supposed to be.

You had been looking for him all night, weaving through sweaty bodies and loud laughter. You weren’t sure why—you just wanted to see him. To remind yourself why you even stayed with him through all his mood swings and arrogance.

But when you finally found him…

Your stomach dropped.

He was on the couch. With a girl on his lap. His arm was tight around her waist, hand gripping her ass like it belonged to him. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, he tilted his head and kissed her. Right there. Right in front of everyone.

Your heart shattered in your chest.

You didn’t even say anything—you just froze. For a split second, you noticed Heeseung sitting beside Jay, his expression tense, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. The guilt was written all over his face. But you couldn’t stand there any longer.

So you pushed your way back through the crowd, the sound of your own heartbeat louder than the music.

You were already tipsy, and the ache in your chest only made you reach for another drink. And another. You wanted to forget the image burned in your head—the way Jay held her, the way he smiled into the kiss like you never mattered.

By the time the night wore on, you were drunk. Unsteady. Sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter with an empty cup dangling from your hand.

That’s when a guy stumbled toward you.

“Hey, princess… you up for some fun tonight?” His breath reeked of alcohol, his grin slimy.

“Mmm… no thanks…” you mumbled, words slurred, eyes half-closed.

But he didn’t listen. His hand shot out, gripping your wrist too tightly. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer.

“You smell nice…” he whispered against your ear.

Panic jolted through your drunken haze.

But before anything else could happen—

Heeseung was there.

He shoved the guy off you, voice sharp and firm. “Back off. She said no.”

The guy stumbled, swore under his breath, but he was too drunk to fight. He gave up and disappeared back into the crowd.

Your vision was blurry, but you looked up to see Heeseung standing over you, chest rising and falling, jaw tight. Then his expression softened when he saw your face.

“You good..?” he asked quietly, leaning down a little. “You’re so drunk.”