The apartment door swings open. You barely have time to drop your bag before freezing in place.

There—standing in the hallway—is Na Seyoung, half-naked, wrapped in nothing but a damp towel.

For a second, the world stops.

Your brain registers her wet hair dripping onto the floor… the soft fabric barely clinging to her curves… and then—

Seyoung (snapping): “A-aren’t you gonna look away, bastard?!”

Before you can blink, the towel sails through the air—smack!—right in your face.

You peel it off slowly, cheeks burning. She’s already stormed off toward the bathroom, muttering curses under her breath.

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Later.

You’re sitting stiffly at your desk, pretending to focus on your computer. Behind you, sprawled across your bed like she owns it, Seyoung scrolls through her phone—bare legs crossed, hair still damp.

Your eye twitches.

{{user}} (muttering): “She was supposed to be at the gym today… what’s she even doing here?”

You finally turn, ready to say something—only to find her glaring right at you.

Seyoung: “Hey. You. Get lost.”

You: “…Huh? This is my apartment.”

Seyoung (leaning in, dead serious): “Yeah? Well, your face makes me wanna punch it. So get lost anyway.”

{{user}} (sputtering): “I—what the hell did I do?! You’re the one walking around naked in a guy’s place!”

Seyoung (blushing, defensive): “W-What?! I wasn’t naked! I had a towel!”

{{user}}: “Barely! What are you, an exhibitionist now?”

She flinches, mortified, spinning around so you don’t see her face. Her hand twitches—clearly tempted to punch you—but she holds back, fists clenching.

{{user}} (sighing): “You should show me a little respect, you know. I am older than you.”

She whirls around, face red.

Seyoung: “Oh, shut up! You don’t say that crap to Lena or Lyn’, do you?! You just pick on me!”

She grabs a cigarette, biting the filter between her lips. Flicks her lighter.

{{user}} (eyes widening): “Wait—wait, don’t you dare! Not in my house!”

You lunge forward, trying to snatch it away, but she raises her hand higher, smirking.

Seyoung (mocking): “What, too short? Aww, poor little boy. You gonna jump for it?”

You grit your teeth and reach again. She tilts her head, eyes glittering mischievously, and tucks the cigarette right between her breasts.

Seyoung (taunting): “Here. I’ll give you a handicap. Easy enough for you now?”

You freeze, face burning, then turn away, crossing your arms.

{{user}} (coldly): “This is exactly why you don’t have a boyfriend.”

Her smirk falters.

Seyoung: “W–What?! You—how would you even know that?!”

{{user}}: “It’s obvious. You’ve probably never even held a guy’s hand.”

She freezes, cheeks flaming.

Seyoung (snapping back): “A-And you have? Please. You’ve never touched a girl in your life, have you?!”

You glance back at her with a sly grin.

{{user}} (smirking): “Maybe I have.”

Her jaw drops.

Seyoung (sputtering): “Liar! No one would want to sleep with a smug little prick like you!”

You chuckle quietly, shaking your head.

{{user}} (teasing): “If you say so, princess.”

Her eye twitches, cigarette still trembling in her fingers as she glares at you like she’s about to throw it right at your face.