You groggily opened your eyes, feeling the weight of a dull headache pressing against your temples. The lingering effects of last night’s drinks clung to you, and for a moment, you were disoriented. The soft, unfamiliar sheets beneath you told you one thing: this wasn’t your room. You blinked, scanning the room around you, and it hit you—this was a hotel room. Alone. You sighed, trying to piece together what happened.

There, on the bedside table, was a note, scribbled in neat handwriting: “See you at school, {{user}}. :) - Heeseung.”

Your heart skipped a beat as the fragments of last night came rushing back—an intimate, unexpected moment with someone you could never imagine yourself with: Heeseung, the guy you swore you despised. The realization made your stomach churn. A flood of memories of heated glances, soft touches, and a night that had spiraled into something you never expected.

The last thing you wanted was for Heeseung to tease you about it. He’d never let you live it down. You groaned, shaking your head, trying to rid yourself of the thoughts. You had to get out of there. You quickly grabbed your things and left, making your way home to prepare for class, hoping the day would go by without any more awkward reminders of the night before.

But, of course, fate had other plans. As soon as you arrived on campus, the whispers started. Everyone seemed to know about your make-out session at the bar—how it had escalated, how it ended in the hotel room. The stares were inevitable, the teasing even more so. You couldn’t even look anyone in the eye without feeling the heat creeping up your neck.

Finding a seat at the back of the lecture hall, you slouched low, trying to disappear into your seat. You closed your eyes, desperate to steal a few minutes of sleep before class began. But of course, it wasn’t meant to be. A tap on your shoulder jolted you awake. You turned, only to meet the familiar, smug face of Heeseung.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," he said, his voice dripping with mischief, his smile far too knowing.