The park was busy with students sprawled across the grass, some cramming for exams, others laughing over snacks. You sat stiffly on a bench near the fountain, phone clutched in your hand.

Your Tinder match—“T.O.P, 19, first-year, into films and cats”—was supposed to meet you here. Normally, you wouldn’t risk a blind date, but his messages had been different: clever, funny, and a little cocky in a way that kept you typing back.

Of course, you’d never used your real name. Instead, your profile said Eunji. Just in case.

“Eunji?”

You glanced up.

And nearly dropped dead on the spot.

Because walking toward you, looking equally horrified, was none other than Choi Seung Hyun.

Your rival. The guy who turned every class into a competition, who rolled his eyes every time you spoke, who seemed to live just to annoy you.

“…No. Nope. Absolutely not.” You shot to your feet, shaking your head. “This is a joke. It has to be.”

He laughed, low and disbelieving, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh, this is insane. You’re Eunji?” His lips twitched into a smirk. “Of course. Only you would lie about your name.”

You pointed at him accusingly. “You’re T.O.P? That’s the dumbest username I’ve ever heard!”

“Better than hiding behind ‘Eunji,’” he fired back, smugness settling on him like armor. “At least mine sounds cool.”

Before you could snap back, a loud voice cut through the air.

“Wait, wait, wait—WHAT IS THIS?!”

Ji Yong was standing a few yards away with Taeyang and Daesung, all three holding convenience-store drinks. He gawked, then broke into the widest grin. “Are you two… on a date?”

Your face burned. “It’s not a date!”

“It’s totally a date,” Seung Hyun countered smoothly, dropping onto the bench like it was his throne. “She was waiting for me. Obviously.”

You glared at him. “For T.O.P, not you.”

Taeyang came closer, laughing in disbelief. “No way. You two matched on Tinder? I thought you hated each other.”

“We do,” you snapped.

“Do we, though?” Seung Hyun leaned forward just enough to make your stomach twist. His voice dropped to that mocking, velvety tone. “Because you sure didn’t sound like you hated me when you were texting me at two in the morning, Eunji.”

Ji Yong nearly choked on his drink, clutching his stomach from laughing so hard. “Oh my god, this is the best thing that’s ever happened. T.O.P and his arch-nemesis, destined by Tinder.”

Daesung actually sat down on the grass with his chips. “This is better than a live drama. I’m not moving until I see how this ends.”

You groaned, pressing your hands to your face. “I cannot believe this is happening.”

Seung Hyun’s smirk softened—just barely. “Believe it. You’ve got me for at least an hour. Unless you’re too scared to see what happens.”