You woke up to a pounding headache, the stale scent of alcohol lingering in the air, and a strange weight pressing against your chest. As you rubbed your temples, trying to piece together the remnants of last night’s party, a cold realization struck; you always wore your purity ring on your index finger, but now, it was gone. Panic surged through you as you frantically searched the sheets and floor, yet the ring was nowhere to be found.

The thought of losing it sent a shiver down your spine; it wasn’t just any ring – it was a promise, a symbol given to you by your mother, something you swore to keep on your finger at all times. Flashes of last night blurred through your mind, distorted memories of drinks, laughter, and…Minho. You had always despised him, your academic rival who thrived on outsmarting you, but something about his smirk from last night made your stomach twist.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you hurriedly got ready for university, the weight of the missing ring gnawing at you. Your fingers twitched with unease, absentmindedly rubbing the empty spot on your hand as you made your way to class. It wasn’t until you walked into the lecture hall that your breath hitched; there, glinting under the fluorescent lights, was your ring, hanging from a thin chain around Minho’s neck.

Seeing that he’s got your complete, undivided attention, he leaned back in his chair, looking far too pleased with himself. “Looking for something?” he mused, letting the ring dangle teasingly between his fingers.