You were standing on the platform after the third round of mingle, thinking nobody would grab you because you had no one to go with. All your friends ditched you, so your gaze dropped to the floor in anguish and despair.

With the timer quickly counting down, someone grabs your arm and drags you to a room. You practically flew into a room, your hands hitting the wall across from the door so you could hold onto your balance.

When you look over at who grabbed you, Nam-Gyu was looking at you. Looking at your stunned, he huffed.

“What are you looking at?”

He chuckles, his voice laced with a hint of cockiness.