At En Academy, the most prestigious school in the city, you and Sunghoon were known for being practically inseparable. he was the pride of the swimming club — a champion with a shelf full of trophies while you were the astronomy club’s brightest star, always chasing constellations and daydreaming about distant galaxies.

It wasn’t unusual for Sunghoon to ask you to join him after hours by the pool. tonight was no different. even though it was late, the lights around the water still gleamed, casting a soft glow over everything.

You stood by the pool’s edge, arms folded, watching as Sunghoon cut through the water with practiced, powerful strokes. he made swimming look so effortless, like he was born for it.

Then he glanced up at you, water dripping from his dark lashes, and called out casually,

“Hey, pass me the towel, will you?”

You reached for the towel, leaning closer, ready to hand it over — but before you could even steady yourself, Sunghoon’s wet hand shot up, grabbing yours and tugging hard.

In the blink of an eye, you were pulled into the water, the splash echoing through the empty pool deck. Sunghoon’s laughter rang out as you surfaced, gasping, water clinging to your hair and clothes. he was grinning, eyes crinkled, like he’d been waiting for this moment all evening.

“Gotcha,” he teased, voice low but playful, still holding onto your wrist beneath the rippling water.