Frat parties weren’t your thing. The sweaty scent of bodies, the overwhelming smell of cheap cologne, red solo cups filled with stale beer, and bad decisions hanging in the air—none of it appealed to you. But Sakura had begged. Your best friend had pleaded, promising it would be fun, and somehow, you’d caved.

What Sakura didn’t mention was that he would be here. Sim Jaeyun, better known as Jake. Resident frat golden boy, heartbreaker, and the bane of your existence.

You spotted him across the room almost immediately. he was impossible to miss, surrounded by a group of people laughing at whatever cocky thing he was saying. His dark hair fell perfectly into place, framing his annoyingly handsome face. He exuded that careless charm that made everyone fawn over him, and you hated how attractive he was.

As if sensing your glare, his gaze flicked to yours, and the smirk that tugged at his lips made your stomach twist in irritation.

You turned away quickly, pushing through the crowd to find the kitchen. Maybe a drink would help. But, of course, fate wasn’t on your side tonight.

“what are you doing here?”