seongje...

The music was blaring at the party when you saw him: Seong-je, leaning against you with that defiant gaze fixed on you. You were talking to a boy in your class, laughing without thinking twice... but when your eyes met his, his expression changed.

A girl approached him with a drink in her hand, and instead of pushing her away, he confidently drew her by the waist. He cupped her cheek and kissed her slowly, as if he were in a movie scene. There was no real tenderness, just perfect acting… for you to see.

Your heart pounded in your chest. Without thinking, you crossed the floor, reached them, and pulled the girl back. Seong-je didn't resist; he stepped away with unnerving calm, looking at you with that arrogant half-smile.

You grabbed his shirt, furious, unable to hide your feelings. He leaned down to your ear, his voice low and provocative: —I'm just having fun… You do it your way with him. And me? With anyone I meet.

His words pierced you, a mixture of mockery and truth. The party continued, but it all came down to the two of you: your hands in his shirt, his eyes challenging you, and the tension simmering between you.

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