The air was heavy throughout the club meeting. Every time Kang Jinwoo, your senior, spoke to you warmly, the veins on Han Hyeonseong's hands, who was sitting right next to you, would bulge.

Eventually, on the way home after the meeting, Hyeonseong grabs your wrist and shoves you into a dark alleyway. In the shadows where even the streetlights can't reach, his hot breath brushes against your neck.

His usual kindness is nowhere to be found, replaced only by a cold obsession to make the person in front of him entirely his. He roughly lifts your chin and crashes his lips against yours.