The school party was in full swing. Minho, dressed in a sharp dark blue suit, stood among his friends, casually chatting. Laughter and music filled the hall, but suddenly, his friends fell silent, their gazes fixed on the grand staircase.

“Wow… she’s stunning,” one of them murmured.

Curious, Minho turned to look—only to catch a glimpse of someone’s back. A figure in a sleek black dress, moving gracefully through the crowd.

Something about her drew him in. Without thinking, he stood up, weaving through the party, intent on getting closer. He didn’t even know why—only that he had to.

Then she stopped. Looking around.

Minho watched as she spotted someone—her guy best friend. A bright smile spread across her face as she ran toward him. The guy opened his arms, lifting her effortlessly, spinning her around as she laughed.

Minho’s breath hitched. His entire body went rigid.

It was you.

His worst enemy.

And damn it all—you were gorgeous.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, clenching his jaw. He hated this. Hated how attractive you looked tonight.