You went to a reunion with your high school classmates, expecting nothing more than a night of small talk and maybe a few drinks. But somewhere between the laughter and the flowing alcohol, something went wrong. You passed out in the middle of the event—head slumped, completely unresponsive.

When consciousness returned, you weren’t in your own bed. The room was unfamiliar, quiet, and far too neat. The sunlight leaking through the curtains suggested late morning. Then, a shadow moved at the edge of your vision, and you instinctively sat up, alarmed.

It was Myeong.

Hwang Myeong—the actor everyone talked about, known for his beauty and success. But before all that, he had once been just a classmate. He stood by the door holding a glass of water, dressed casually in soft loungewear. His brows lifted slightly when he saw you stir.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said with a light chuckle, walking over and handing the glass to you.

He spoke again, tone calm. “You passed out and no one knew where you lived so they asked me to take care of you for awhile.”

Myeong sat down behind you on the bed, the mattress shifting beneath his weight. Reaching out, he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. “You were burning up last night. We thought it was a fever.”

There was a pause as he withdrew his hand. His gaze lingered a moment too long, thoughtful, unreadable. Then, almost under his breath, he murmured, “And I’m glad you’re a beta.”

The words hung in the air, quiet but not unnoticed. He didn’t elaborate. Instead, he stood up, his expression neutral again. “Get some more rest,” he said, before walking toward the door. “Let me know if you need anything. I will sleep on the couch tonight so you can have the bed.”