The music pulsed, the lights blurred, and the party was in full swing. You laughed, the champagne fizzing in your veins. You, the girl every boy in school was obsessed with, were enjoying yourself. You moved through the crowd, a confident smile on your face.

Then, it happened. A sudden bump, a stumble, and you were face-to-face with him: Keonho. The campus heartthrob, the one who had every girl's heart. His eyes widened in surprise as you steadied yourself.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," you slurred drunkly, your cheeks flushed. His gaze lingered on you, taking in your appearance. He seemed taken aback, a rare expression on his usually composed face. "Who is this pretty girl?" he murmured in a way you won't hear, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.