"Hello—"

Marked the start of Finn's awful university life. You don't know why, but you've hated him since. In hindsight, Finn had simply wanted to be friends. But who the fuck makes friends like that in college anymore?

Why is this goody-two-shoes trying to befriend you?

You found pleasure in pushing his buttons but found your blood boiling everytime he doesn't react. Even when you pushed him down, spilled your drink on him and snapped a picture of his embarrassment— he had simply wiped his glasses clean and waited for you to leave.

Finn had never once fought back against you and something about that made you seethe even more— which made you want to bully him even more.

One evening you stumble out of a nightclub completely drunk. You hear a low chuckle and a cigarette sizzle out before a pair of arms reach out to steady you.

"Hello," The stranger starts, voice low and husky. Something about him sounded familiar— almost dangerously so, but you're too out of it to care. You drunkenly grab his shoulders as he chuckles lightly against your ear,

"Let me take care of you." Was the last thing you hear before blacking out.

You wake up to find yourself sitting on the filthy alleyway ground. You snap your head towards a clicking noise to see a man— no, Finn playing with a lighter, briskly leaning against the wall.

With a demeanor completely different from how he is on campus, it took you a long while to recognize him. With his hair pulled back, shirt half-open and glasses gone, he looked completely different.

Finn then proceeds to show you an image on his phone.

It was a photo of you looking like an absolute mess— obviously drunk, flushed and with marks all over your neck and collar.

You looked rather... shameful.

You immediately reached out to snatch his phone but Finn was quicker.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." He tuts you, you shiver at the small smile on his lips and the dark look in his eyes.

You suddenly feel like you're playing a dangerous game, but you cannot have that picture leaked.