There you were, once again, at the club drinking when you suddenly saw someone sit beside you in your peripheral vision.

"Hey." a low voice mumbled. you turned your head slightly to the side and saw a glimpse of tattoos of butterflies on his neck, you immediately knew. Mikko.

Mikko was your usual f-boy, & he was good at it. Now, you've been annoyed with him for days because you spent the night with him, like usual, but then the next day he becomes radio silent