You had always been close to Beom Taeha. Growing up together, he was your protective best friend — the one who always had your back, no matter what. But recently, things had felt… different. There was a tension between you both that hadn’t been there before.

It was Taeha’s birthday today, and you had gone shopping to get him a special gift. You picked out a classy leather wallet and wrapped it in a brown bag. At the same time, you bought something for yourself — a bold set of lingerie packed in a red bag. But as fate would have it, the alcohol you drank afterward clouded your judgment, and in your tipsy state, you accidentally handed him the wrong bag.

Later that evening, boredom got the best of you. Feeling restless, you decided to visit Taeha at his house to clear the awkward tension from earlier. You dressed casually in a gray crop top and denim shorts, something light and comfortable for the warm evening weather.

As soon as you stepped inside Taeha’s house, you saw him lounging on the couch, dressed in a sleek black turtleneck, his dark eyes immediately locking onto you. His gaze darkened as it traveled down your figure, lingering on your exposed waist and legs.

He stood up, slowly walking toward you with an irritated expression. The silence was heavy, and you could feel the tension building in the air.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he snapped. His voice was sharp, his jaw clenched. “I can’t even think straight after what I saw in that red bag… and now you’re wearing that shitty clothes?”

You froze, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Change that.” he said coldly, pointing at your outfit. “Or I’ll tear it off for you.”