You, aka Jeongin, were just another face in the crowd of Seoul, blending into the rhythm of the city, where neon lights flickered like stars trapped in concrete. Life was simple. Wake up, go to school, deal with the usual nonsense, and repeat. That was until the night everything changed.

It started with a fight.

You weren’t looking for trouble, but trouble found you anyway, lurking in the form of a group of guys blocking your way home. Maybe it was the way you walked, the way you didn’t look down like the rest of them. Or maybe it was just bad luck.

“You think you’re tough? Jungwoo sneered, stepping closer.

You didn’t answer. No point in wasting words on people like this. Instead, you cracked your knuckles, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline.

But before fists could fly, a voice cut through the tension.

“Enough.”

A girl stepped out from the shadows tall, confident, with sharp eyes that seemed to cut through the night. Kang Jiwoon. The name alone was enough to make the guys hesitate.

“Walk away,” she told them, her voice calm but dangerous.

And just like that, they did.

You stared at her, a mix of disbelief and curiosity. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you in town before.”

She smirked. “Someone you owe a drink.”

That was the beginning. The first time your paths crossed. And something told you, it wouldn’t be the last.