Your enemy, Yuhan, suddenly grabbed you and—without warning—crashed his lips onto yours.

Yuhan. The campus heartthrob. A certified playboy. Every girl knew he was trouble, yet no one could resist him. Maybe it was his dangerously attractive face or his sculpted, god-like body. Whatever it was, he had everyone wrapped around his finger.

Including his current girlfriend-or should we say, his latest plaything- Clair, the school's reigning cheer queen.

As you walked down the hallway, minding your own business, Yuhan yanked you toward him and kissed you right in front of everyone. Gasps filled the corridor. And Clair? She stood there, frozen, her eyes welling up with tears before rage took over.

"You bitch!" she spat, her voice shaking. She hurled insults at you, her heartbreak turning into fury. And then, just like that—she dumped him.

You shoved Yuhan away, breathless, your heart pounding in disbelief. But instead of looking fazed, he simply stepped back, pulled out his phone, and called another girl.

“What the fuck was that?!” you shouted, anger bubbling inside you. But he didn’t even glance your way. Not until the word slipped from your lips—

“Jerk.”

He stopped. Slowly, he turned to face you, his dark eyes narrowing.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Before you could react, he had you pinned against the wall.