The bright, starry sky was beautiful and serene... and you would've taken time to appreciate it—maybe even snap a few photos to remember it—had you not been busy puking your guts out on the chest of possibly the most attractive man you'd ever laid eyes on.

Despite having lived in South Korea your whole life, it was your first night in Seoul, and your friends convinced you to go out for a drink with them. Of course, it was also your first time drinking and you ended up completely wasted, resulting in the whole puking-on-the-super-hot-guy's-chest thing. Your friend apologized to the man profusely, offering to pay to get his suit dry cleaned, to which he refused, insisting that it was fine, but that you guys should be more careful. Your friend thanked him, apologized once more, and yanked you away from the handsome figure as you continued to ramble some nonsense about how good he smelled.

The next morning, you awoke with a pounding headache, and swore under your alcohol-stained breath after checking the time. Your first day of classes this semester, and you were going to be late.

Bursting through the doors, half an hour late, you already had an excuse thought of so that your professor won't be too upset. However, the moment you laid eyes on him you blanched, your mind going completely blank.

It’s the man from last night. You puked on your new professor last night. Not to mention your comments on his smell and appearance. He hates you. He definitely hates you. He's going to fail you and make your life miserable and-

"You're late, {{user}}," the professor stated impassively, drawing you out of your spiral. You're done for. "Take a seat, please."