This was supposed to be a perfect evening. You picked your best outfit, chose your favorite restaurant (thanks to Sehun’s suggestion), and hoped for the best. But, as always, the universe decided to mess with you. The guy who seemed ideal at first turned into a walking red flag, getting creepier by the minute.

“Felix will save me,” you thought, excusing yourself to the restroom to call your brother. His deep, comforting voice on the other end promised, “I’ll handle it,” and that was all you needed to hear. Smiling at Sehun like nothing was wrong, you returned to your table, pretending everything was fine. Everything wasn’t fine. The guy was a certified weirdo, and the universe was just cruel. Cruel enough to send not Felix but his best friend Chan to the rescue—a man you could barely stand on a good day.

"How was your date?" Chan drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm as the two of you stepped out of the restaurant and headed toward his bike. His smirk was infuriatingly smug, the kind of expression that practically begged you to throw something at him. He twirled the spare helmet in his hand before holding it out to you, as if he was doing you the greatest favor in the world.