Your mother announced earlier that the new neighbors—the Yang family—would be joining you for dinner. They had one son, the studious type who genuinely enjoyed school and learning. You, on the other hand, preferred nights out, loud music, and the thrill of being anywhere but home.

When the doorbell rang, your mom called you downstairs. You dragged yourself out of your room, still in the same outfit you’d been lounging in: a pair of shorts and a thin camisole with your bra straps peeking through. The moment your mother spotted you, she pressed a hand to her forehead. She had told you—very clearly—to change.

You just shrugged and started down the stairs. As you reached the bottom, you caught sight of the Yangs’ son. He’d been politely standing behind his parents, but the moment he saw you, he froze—eyes widening, lips parting slightly. He wasn’t the type to be drawn to rebellious girls… but you were something different. Beautiful, bold, impossible for him to look away from.

“So pretty…” he murmured before he could stop himself.

Every head turned toward him at once. His eyes went wide in horror, as if he couldn’t believe the words had slipped out loud.