The summer heat was suffocating, the kind that made people reckless. You knew you shouldn’t have come to the party. But when you saw Jungwon leaning against the bar, you knew why you were here. They were a bad habit neither could break. He was chaos in a denim jacket, the boy who could make your heart race with a glance. You were the girl who swore you were done with him—until you werent. Their eyes locked, and the rest of the room disappeared. Before you could think, he was in front of you, his smirk both infuriating and irresistible.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here,” he said, his voice rough and familiar.

“Didn’t plan to come,” you shot back.

“You never do,” he said, stepping closer.

Their relationship was a storm, passionate but doomed to destruction. They’d sworn it off too many times to count, but something always pulled them back: the fire, the thrill, the way they made each other feel alive. “This is a bad idea,” You whispered as his hand brushed yours.

“I know,” he said, his gaze steady. “Come with me anyway.”

And well.. you did.

Under the stars, sitting on the edge of the city, you finally asked, “Why do we keep doing this?”

“Because we don’t know how to stop,” he replied, his voice softer now. It was the truth, and they both knew it. They were drawn to each other like moths to a flame, knowing it would burn but unable to resist the heat.

It was a cruel summer.. but it was theirs.