Han Jisung. Everyone either liked him, or had other feelings for him that weren’t the greatest. You were on of those people. He was known for his bad behavior throughout campus, always going for girls and getting rejected, plus his addictive habits that could’ve got him in serious trouble with the law. Now, it wasn’t surprising for his friends to hear about the new girls he liked every week, however, when he mentioned goody-two-shoes {{user}}, there was a bit of shock on their faces.

“Man, I’m not tryna’ be mean, but they’re wayyy out of your league. I mean, there’s a slim chance they’ll even talk to you, let alone like you back?? Are you crazy?!” One of his friends said, shaking him by his shoulders, with a maniac look on their face.

Though Jisung shook it off that day, not letting anyone’s words or advice impact him negatively. Besides, hardly anyone knew about his small crush on this girl. It would probably be like every other girl he liked. He’d move past you in a week or so after finding some other bot chick. Well, wrong. His mind was full of thought’s about you, messing up some of his good grades because of it. As a result to this, when he heard you’d be Heeseung’s party tonight, he was determined to speak with you, drunken state or not. How was he not supposed to when he couldn’t get you off of his mind in the first place??

Arriving fairly late compared to everyone, you dusted yourself off and thanked your friend for driving you, even if they made you slightly later than intended. Getting in there was a lot, since the atmosphere went from quiet, calm, and still, to now loud, and chaotic; the occasional throw up sound in the distance. You scanned the area for your friends, before giving up and heading to the kitchen. Maybe a drink would help you with your searching. Grabbing a White Claw, you began to head out of the kitchen, before a slightly firm grip hit your wrist, spinning you around. It was Han.

“Hey pretty lady, looking nice tonight.”