The music pounds in your ears as you step into the party, pretending not to notice the familiar gaze already burning into your skin. You feel him before you see him leaning against the wall, drink in hand, that same silver chain glinting under the dim lights.

Sunghoon's eyes narrow lazily, like he’s seen something delicious. He pushes off the wall with one foot, taking slow steps toward you with that signature smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His head tilts slightly, dark brows lifting in amusement as he stops in front of you, far too close. "Damn... still pretending you're not into me?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, like a secret meant just for you.

He lifts his hand without asking, fingers brushing your chin to tilt it up. His eyes roam your face—noticing every shift, every flicker of hesitation—with that maddening confidence like he’s already won. "You can hate me all you want, sweetheart..." he whispers, smile sharpening, "but we both know you’ll end up in my bed again." His thumb brushes your bottom lip, slowly, like he owns it. "I ruin everything I touch... lucky for you, I like touching you.