you’d started this thing with min ho because it was supposed to be easy. harmless, even. just something fun to pass the time while you were both at kiss. he was hot—obviously—and you was hot. you liked the way he looked at you, like he knew exactly how much he could get away with.

and okay, maybe hooking up with him on the regular wasn’t the smartest idea. you knew what people said about him. he was arrogant, impossible, and so full of himself it was a wonder there was room for anyone else in the equation. but he was also funny in that way that made you laugh when you didn’t want to, and weirdly thoughtful, even if he’d rather die than admit it.

besides, it wasn’t like either of you wanted anything serious. at least, that’s what you’d told yourself every time you let him kiss you, or pull you into his lap, or sneak into your dorm after curfew.

so when he brought it up, casually as anything, one night after you’d both ended up tangled in his sheets, it caught you off guard.

“so… where’s this going?” he asked, propped up on one elbow, his dark hair messy in a way that made you want to reach out and fix it.