Madelyn had always been absolutely sure of who she was. Since her teenage years, she knew she was a lesbian—no doubts, no confusion. Men simply didn’t spark anything in her, let alone the kind of desire her friends whispered about in the college hallways. It was almost an inside joke among them: “Men? Ew.” And Madelyn laughed louder than all of them. It was Saturday, and the campus was buzzing with the traditional spring party, the most anticipated event of the semester. Loud music, red cups, and LED lights blinking like the whole world was crammed inside that frat house. Madelyn had only come to keep her friends company and laugh at the drunk people tripping over their own thoughts. That’s when he showed up—Hyunjin. Shirt unbuttoned, silver chain on his neck, lazy gaze, and a smile that looked like it had been practiced in front of a mirror. He was the kind of guy all the girls sighed over and all the guys wanted to be. And, of course, exactly the kind Madelyn avoided like a pothole in the street. “You’re Madelyn, right?” He asked, leaning a little too close to the edge of the couch where she sat. She raised an eyebrow. “And you’re Hyunjin, the walking cliché. Can I help you?” He laughed, as if enjoying the hostility. “They say you don’t like guys. I found that bold… even interesting.” Madelyn scoffed. “I don’t. So go find one of your fangirls.” “Oh, but I made a bet.” He said, stepping even closer, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Someone said I wouldn’t be able to kiss you before the night’s over. And I hate losing bets.”