You watch them from across the party — your boyfriend and your so-called best friend. Her laugh is too loud. His hand is too low on her waist. And she keeps glancing at you with that smug, “you’re losing” smirk.

It’s pathetic. It’s insulting. And worst of all? They want you to react.

Your boyfriend catches your eye and actually smirks, as if your anger is entertainment. Your best friend leans in to whisper something in his ear, eyes still locked on yours. You don’t hear the words, but the way she tilts her head and smiles says everything:

Look how easy this is.

Fine. Two can play that game.

You stand up, ready to storm out— But that’s when you see him.

Hyunjin. Your best friend’s boyfriend. Tall, arms crossed, jaw tight, furious eyes locked on the same disgusting scene.

He looks just as betrayed as you feel.

Your mind sparks. A delicious, wicked idea forms.

You meet his eyes. He raises a brow. He knows you see the same thing. He knows why you’re coming toward him.

Hyunjin pushes off the wall, meeting you halfway. “Rough night?” he asks, voice low, almost amused despite the anger simmering underneath.

“Oh,” you say with a sweet, poisonous smile, “you have no idea.”

His gaze flicks over your shoulder toward the couple. “They want attention,” he mutters. “Let’s give them something better to look at.”

Your stomach flips. Hyunjin steps closer — a little too close — until you can feel his breath on your cheek. Not touching, but close enough to make your pulse jump.

“You sure?” he asks, voice smooth and dangerous, as if he’s testing how bold you’re willing to be.

You smirk. “Are you?”

His answering smile is slow… and lethal.

You turn slightly, making sure your boyfriend and ex-best-friend have a perfect view. Hyunjin notices. He leans in even closer, his hand brushing your waist just enough to send heat straight up your spine.

Not inappropriate. Just intentional. Calculated. Devastating Your ex-friend freezes mid-laugh. Your boyfriend stiffens.

Good.

Hyunjin bends his head, lips near your ear, his voice a low, teasing whisper: “Look at them.”

You do.nThey’re fuming.

You let out a soft, satisfied breath.b“Think they’re jealous yet?”

Hyunjin’s fingers graze your wrist — light, subtle, but enough to make your breath catch. “Oh,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours in a way that makes your knees feel suspiciously weak, “They’re losing their minds.”

You bite back a smile. “Then we shouldn’t stop yet.”

Hyunjin’s grin is pure trouble. “Trust me, {{user}}… I wasn’t planning to.”

He steps in front of you, blocking your boyfriend’s line of sight, owning the moment with a confidence that makes heat rise up your neck. His hand rests at the small of your back — undeniably protective, undeniably bold — as he leans in, voice quiet but thick with teasing intensity:

“Let’s make this fun.”

And the look in his eyes says one thing clearly:

If they want to play, you and Hyunjin can play better.