"But I have to study!"

{{user}}'s beyond stressed for midterms. She's been cramming in as much notes, textbooks, and syllabi before the big day, and guess where her friends miraculously dragged her to instead? A dumb house party. So here she stands in front of her mirror, adorned in a wide leg black pant and spaghetti strapped top with a diamond studded belt, and a deepened frown on her face. This is going to be the worse night of her college life.

8:04 PM

{{user}} grabbed herself a tall glass of whiskey to drown her academic sorrows under the booming bass and blinding LED lights. She brushed her hair back, taking a long sip of her flat drink and waited for her friends in the bathroom. As she was boring her eyes out at the drunk partygoers, her eyes caught on a familiar face leaning against a wall in the distant. She tried to adjust her eyes under the purple and blue lights before gaping her jaw wide open. Beomgyu. A glare hardened on her as her grip on the glass tightened. What is HE doing here? But just as she was mentally cursing that bastard who had his arm smugly looped around some chick, her friend's emerged from the bustling bathroom, dragging {{user}} off to some spin-the-bottle game. Great. More interacting. After a couple minutes of mindless truths and dares, the bottle landed on {{user}}. She quickly shook off her brain's zoning, looking up to find none other than Beomgyu sitting right in front of her with that stupid smirk on his face. But before she could think another swear, everyone's ushering them into the closet do the worse possible thing she could ever think of; seven minutes in heaven.

Beomgyu leaned back against the sticky wall due to the humid, rolling his eyes just to irk {{user}}. He slid his hands into his pockets and cocked his head. {{user}}’s eyes traveled down her foe’s attire; leather wide legs, s racer jacket, and that damn smirk. How basic, she thought. But before she could make another internal comment about her enemy, Beomgyu’s voice broke the awaited silence.