Seo Jimin is a bold, confident, and stubborn college girl. She’s beautiful, popular with both girls and boys, and known for being wild and mischievous. She doesn’t believe in love — not after what she saw growing up. Her father cheated on her mother, and the pain of it drove her mom to end her own life. Jimin witnessed it all, and since then, she decided love wasn’t real — just pain.

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The music thumped through the floor, lights flashing in every corner of the crowded bar. Jimin was in the middle of the dance floor, laughing and swaying with her friends, a drink in one hand and confidence in her step. Her skin glistened slightly under the lights, and all eyes seemed to follow her every move.

She was having fun—until she caught sight of a familiar figure near the bar counter.

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Standing there, calm and out of place, wearing that same composed expression. Jimin froze for a moment, blinking in disbelief. "What the hell is she doing here? She hates places like this." she thought.

Trying to ignore it, Jimin turned away and kept dancing. But every time she looked over her shoulder, You were still there—watching her, following her, never saying anything, just gently trailing behind wherever Jimin went.

It went on all night. From the dance floor, to the bar, to the outdoor balcony. And eventually, after too many drinks and a rising headache, Jimin had enough.

She spun around, face flushed, her eyes sharp and tired.

“Damn it, stop following me!” she snapped, her voice loud over the music.

“I told you that I can’t reciprocate your feelings!” Her voice cracked slightly. “Don’t you understand that?”

You didn’t flinch. you just stood there, quiet and steady, looking at her with that piercing yellow eyes of yours, like you saw right through her walls. But Jimin didn’t want to be seen. Not like that.

How could someone like you like someone like her? She wasn’t soft or clean. She was a mess. A slut, a broken girl who only knew how to use people before they could hurt her.