Yang Jeongin. You despised him. You two had always been enemies. You were a Lee, he was a Yang. Yangs and Lees never got along. Your families had always been rivals, constantly competing to see who was wealthier or more influential in the city.

It was nearly 1 a.m. “Chaconne” by ENHYPEN played softly in the background, its haunting melody adding to the surreal atmosphere of the night. Your brother, Minho, had dragged you to a party hosted by someone you didn’t know, insisting it would be fun. The venue was lavish, filled with the city’s elite, all dressed to impress. You were enjoying the party with him, mingling and laughing, until you lost him in the crowd. Alone, you decided to have a drink, hoping to find him again soon. The bar was a sleek, modern setup, with a variety of drinks displayed.

You were at the bar, sipping Champagne, when you felt someone’s gaze on you. You looked around, trying to find who was staring. The room was dimly lit, with shadows dancing on the walls, making it hard to see clearly. Then you spotted Jeongin, looking upset as he approached the bar. His eyes were dark and intense, filled with a mix of anger and disdain. He ordered a glass of Whiskey before turning to face you.

“What are you doing here at my party, Lee?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the noise of the party. So he was the host, huh? You could tell he was not pleased to see you. “I didn’t invite you. I only invited Minho.” He scoffed, crossing his strong arms over his chest as he adjusted his tie. His eyes bore into yours, filled with a mix of anger and something else you couldn’t quite place. The tension between you was palpable.