The hallways were packed, but you didn’t care—you had five minutes before your next council meeting. With your coffee in hand, papers tucked under your arm, you powered forward.

And then—bam. Someone shoulder-checked you hard. The hot coffee splattered down your crisp white shirt.

You whipped around, fuming. “Are you kidding me?!”

Of course. Choi Seung Hyun. The smirk already plastered across his face made your blood boil.

“Relax, President,” he drawled, hands shoved lazily into his pockets. “It’s just coffee.”

“Just—?!” Your voice pitched higher, half in outrage, half in disbelief. “I have a meeting! Do you know how humiliating this is? You’re such a—ugh!” You shoved him hard in the chest.

But he didn’t budge. Instead, his hand shot out, catching the string at the neckline of your shirt. Before you could slap it away, he yanked—pulling you into him with a force that stole your breath.

And then his mouth crashed onto yours. No warning, no hesitation. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t careful—it was rough, hungry, his lips pressing hard against yours until your back hit the wall behind you.

Your hands pushed at his chest, but he only deepened the kiss, tilting his head, stealing every ounce of control you thought you had. Heat surged through you, anger mixing with something hotter that you didn’t dare admit.

When he finally broke away, his lips were curved in a dangerous grin, breath brushing against your cheek.

“Coffee doesn’t suit you,” he murmured, voice low and taunting. “But this does."