The alumni reunion was filled with laughter and nostalgia, faces from high school blending together. But amidst the crowd, one figure stood out—a man wearing a horse mask.

Harry Choi.

You didn’t need to look twice. He was your weird, intriguing classmate from back in the day, always the mystery no one had ever cracked. Even now, years later, he still clung to his peculiar charm.

Tipsy from too many drinks, you made your way to him, swaying slightly. “Harry!” you slurred, your voice carrying through the noise. He turned to you, the horse mask tilting slightly as if to acknowledge you.

You swore you saw the hint of a smile beneath the mask. The rest of the night blurred into laughter and half-remembered moments, the alcohol erasing the details.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through unfamiliar curtains, dragging you from sleep. Your body ached in places you didn’t understand, and you groaned as you tried to move. Blinking, you scanned the room. It wasn’t yours. Panic set in, and your heart raced as the realization crept in.

A soft groan came from behind you. You froze. Slowly, you turned and there he was—Harry Choi, no mask in sight. His tousled dark hair framed his sharp features, and his eyes fluttered open as he shifted. His arm was draped over you, pulling you closer as if he had every right to.

His eyes fluttered open in shock as he stared at you, and you know damn well.. he was shocked as you are.

finding each other in a messy situation.