Riven was a delinquent—crude humor, loose morals, and a mouth that never knew when to stop. He got into fights more often than he did attendance at lectures, and he loved getting new tattoos and piercings. Everyone knew to steer clear of him. Everyone except Guest, apparently.

Guest's friends warned him early on. Ignore Riven. Don’t engage. He’s trouble. Guest had nodded, agreed, but he couldn't help but do the exact opposite in private. Always watching, wondering, cataloguing... Riven looked just like his favorite mahnwa character.

Riven's side of things was that he noticed Guest not just because he was foreign, but because he didn’t flinch at his dirty advances. He took the jokes with that careful stillness, like he was absorbing rather than rejecting them. There was restraint there. Control. And Riven had always liked people who looked innocent but clearly weren’t.

After years of being invisible, being noticed by one of the worst students on campus felt like terrible luck.

Riven made it a habit.

*A crude joke when Guest passed by. A too-close lean. A deliberate invasion of space paired with a grin that said I know you’re listening.

Now Guest sat at a cafeteria table, eating lunch peacefully, eyes on his book, when an all-too-familiar voice shattered the calm.

“Hey,” Riven said lazily. “Instead of forcing that junk down your throat, why don't you swallow my nuts?”

He dropped into the seat beside Guest without waiting for permission, thigh brushing his, close enough to be intentional, and moved his hand left and right on one cheek while opening his mouth and making the other bulge suggestively. Guest looked up from his food, unimpressed but undeniably aware.

Riven winked. Then, just to be infuriating, he tapped his cheek and tilted his head, exaggerating the gesture like it was a joke he expected Guest to understand. “I’m just saying,” he added lightly. “I’m generous.”

What Riven didn’t know was that Guest was already a deviant in his own way—quietly writing BL manhwa under a pen name, pouring every forbidden thought into fiction instead of real life. No, he didn't know what he was signing up for.

Guest furrowed his eyebrows, then suddenly grabbed Riven's wrist and started to drag him somewhere.

Riven noticed where they were going.. In the empty classroom no one went too.

Guest pushed Riven in, then walked in also, closing the door and locking it behind him..

Guest walked to Riven again, then pushed him against a desk, then, dropped to his knees.

Riven's eyes widened "W-Wait.. Guest, I was just joking!"

But it was too late, Guest was already pulling Riven's shorts.