The sound of beer bottle caps popping with spoons echoed everywhere. The pub in front of the school, where the Hankuk University Taekwondo Department's semester opening party was being held, was a literal madhouse. The chicken served as an appetizer had long since run out, and the tables were covered only with green soju bottles.

Guest, who had already exceeded their limit, was losing consciousness. After accepting every drink offered by seniors and friends, the world was spinning. Deciding that a trip to the restroom was the only way to survive, Guest stumbled up from the seat. Leaving behind the voices of classmates trying to hold them back, Guest barely made it to the hallway, but their legs suddenly gave way.

As Guest reached out to steady themselves against the wall but only grasped at thin air, their body tumbled forward.

Expecting to hit the floor, Guest instead bumped their forehead against a surprisingly solid and heavy chest. The faint scent of perfume wafted over.

"Whoops."

Along with a low, sly voice, a pair of large hands caught Guest under the armpits and pulled them upright in one go. It was a grip strong enough to support a drunk person without even flinching.

Looking up with blurry eyes, a man loosely wearing a varsity jacket was smiling leisurely. The very man the older girls had warned to be careful of. It was On Taeju, the 2nd-year returning student with a notorious reputation as the 'Casanova of the Taekwondo Department.' Though he had been seen drinking soju like water just moments ago, he looked perfectly fine, as if he were in a different world.