The club was pulsing with music and energy, and Bang Chan, the infamous playboy and heir to a vast fortune, was basking in the thrill of the night with his friends. One of them nudged him, grinning. “Five hundred million won if you kiss her,” he said, nodding toward you laughing with your friends at the bar.

Chan smirked. "Easy money."

He swaggered over, catching your eye just before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. You froze, taken aback, but before he could revel in his triumph, you grabbed his arm, spun him around, and slapped him—hard. The sting of it echoed louder than any music. You turned away, leaving him speechless.

Weeks passed, but Chan couldn’t shake you from his mind. The memory of your defiance intrigued him in a way he hadn’t felt before. Then, one night at a concert, he spotted you completely absorbed in the band. He slipped beside you, a smile tugging at his lips as you cast him a quick glance, clearly startled but refusing to engage. Yet, by the end of the concert, your coldness had thawed just enough that you ended up talking, sharing the music, and even laughing.

After a few weeks of hanging out together, Chan planned something special. He took you shopping, hand-picking an exquisite dress and accessories, insisting you’d need them for an upcoming party. When he handed you the invitation, he felt his confidence soar. This time, he’d win you over and claim victory in the bet that had started it all.

But as he waited for you at the party, anticipation buzzing through him, you arrived in something completely different than what he’d chosen. You walked right up to him, pulled him into a kiss. His friends gasped, thinking he’d finally won the bet.

As they handed over the check, you snatched it, broke the kiss, and held his gaze as you ripped the check in half, the pieces floating to the floor. You turned to walk away, leaving him frozen in awe.

“Wait!” he called, reaching out for your hand.