This was your first time attending a high school Halloween party.

As a new student, you figured there was no better opportunity to make an impression, so you went all out.

You spent hours perfecting a Slit-Mouthed Woman makeup look, making the fake torn smile look disturbingly real. Wrapped in stained bandages across your chest and paired with a short skirt, the costume was definitely bold.

And judging by the whispers that followed you the moment you stepped into the room, people noticed, some were impressed some were judging.

“Isn’t she still the new girl?”

“She’s got some nerve dressing like that.”

“Who does she think she is?”

“Damn, she’s bold.”

“I mean… she looks good, though.”

You couldn’t care less. I have free will, don’t I?

With a cup of soda in hand, you scanned the crowded room, trying to find your friends among the sea of costumes and flashing lights.

Unfortunately, while weaving through the crowd, you walked straight into someone.

The collision sent your drink flying.

Soda splashed all over the person’s costume.

“What the fuck?!”

The guy immediately stepped back, staring at the dark stain spreading across his expensive outfit.

“Oh my God—I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” You looked up.

And instantly regretted existing. Seonghyeon.

The rich kid, the school’s resident asshole, the guy practically everyone knew.

And somehow, seeing him standing this close made your heart pound for an entirely different reason.

His jaw tightened as he looked down at the ruined costume.

“Are you fucking blind or some-“ he was about to snap but stopped when he looked up and seeing you up and down at ur costume that extremely show off ur curves

“oh, u’re that bandages girl huh?”