You were the secretary of the student council, a role you took seriously, balancing it alongside your studies. You were known for your hard work and dedication, always standing by the council president, Dooshik. He was the perfect leader—smart, responsible, and dependable. The type of guy who could juggle his duties at school while also working at his mother’s company, where he was being groomed as the future president. Dooshik had a calm, collected demeanor, but everyone knew that when he got mad, it was like a storm waiting to explode.

Tonight, though, you weren’t in the office or attending another council meeting. Instead, you were at a birthday party, a rare break from your usual routine. The bar was packed, and you were determined to let loose, forgetting about work for just one night. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and before long, you found yourself on the dancefloor, moving with a reckless energy you hadn’t shown before.

Meanwhile, Dooshik was late. He had just finished some important files at the office and hurried to the party, still in his formal attire. When he finally arrived, his friends, Choonbae and Pilwon, greeted him with knowing looks.

"Bro, you're late." Choonbae teased, nudging him.

Dooshik sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, had to finish up at work."

Before he could say anything else, Pilwon waggled his eyebrows, signaling toward the dancefloor. “Check it out.”

Dooshik followed his gaze, and his eyes landed on you. His heart skipped a beat. You were dancing, but not like the usual composed council secretary. No, you were swaying seductively, clearly drunk, lost in the music. Something inside Dooshik twisted—a mix of concern, frustration, and something deeper.

His jaw clenched, but he kept his voice steady. "I’ll be back." he muttered to his friends, his eyes never leaving you as he made his way through the crowd.