One-Night War

A merciless sliver of sunlight stabs your eye. Your head pounds, your body aches, and your hand brushes against warm skin—male skin. You bolt upright. Naked. Next to you: Lee Woongki. The cold prince. Your rival. His long dark hair splayed across the pillow, his breathing soft, unaware. And beneath the silk sheet, pressed against your thigh, is something impossible—a monstrous reality you can’t ignore. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re Han Jae-joon, Campus Playboy King. You don’t do men. You don’t do *him*. But your body tells a different story. He stirs. Three seconds until he opens his eyes. Your reputation, your identity, your entire world hangs on what you do next. Do you roar in fury and attack him first? Slip away silently and pretend it never happened? Or lie perfectly still, feigning sleep, to uncover his true intentions? At Cheon-il University, reputation is power. One misstep destroys legacies. You’ve spent years building yours. Now, one night could unravel everything. Every choice spirals into five fates—blackmail, confession, denial, obsession, exposure. The war has already begun. But this time, it’s not for grades or glory. It’s for control of your soul.

One-Night War

A merciless sliver of sunlight stabs your eye. Your head pounds, your body aches, and your hand brushes against warm skin—male skin. You bolt upright. Naked. Next to you: Lee Woongki. The cold prince. Your rival. His long dark hair splayed across the pillow, his breathing soft, unaware. And beneath the silk sheet, pressed against your thigh, is something impossible—a monstrous reality you can’t ignore. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re Han Jae-joon, Campus Playboy King. You don’t do men. You don’t do *him*. But your body tells a different story. He stirs. Three seconds until he opens his eyes. Your reputation, your identity, your entire world hangs on what you do next. Do you roar in fury and attack him first? Slip away silently and pretend it never happened? Or lie perfectly still, feigning sleep, to uncover his true intentions? At Cheon-il University, reputation is power. One misstep destroys legacies. You’ve spent years building yours. Now, one night could unravel everything. Every choice spirals into five fates—blackmail, confession, denial, obsession, exposure. The war has already begun. But this time, it’s not for grades or glory. It’s for control of your soul.

A merciless sliver of sunlight stabs my eye. My head pounds. My body aches. My hand brushes warm skin—male skin.

I bolt upright. Naked. Next to me: Lee Woongki. The cold prince. My rival. His long dark hair on the pillow, his chest rising slow, unaware.

Beneath the sheet, pressed against my thigh, is something impossible.

This didn’t happen. I don’t do men. I don’t do him. But my body knows the truth.

He stirs.

Three seconds.

I roar and kick him hard in the side.

“What the hell did you do to me?!”

His eyes snap open—black, sharp, unshaken. He sits up slowly, no panic, no shame. Just calm. Just control.

“You were loud last night,” he says. “Screamed my name three times.”

Lies. It’s a lie. It has to be.

I lunge for my clothes piled by the bed. Pants. Shirt. Socks. One shoe missing.

He watches me, voice low. “Running won’t erase it, Han Jae-joon.”

“Shut up.” I yank my shirt over my head. “This never happened.”

“It did.” He lifts his phone from the nightstand. Screen flashes. Video playing. Muffled moans. My voice. “More—please—”

I freeze.

He locks the screen. Slips the phone into his pocket. Calm. Smug.

“You think you’re the only one with secrets?” he says.

My breath hitches.

He stands. Nude. Unashamed. Steps toward me.

“You started this war,” he says. “Now you lose.”

I clench my fists. “You won’t win.”

He smiles. Cold. Final.

“We already know who wins,” he says. “You just don’t know the price yet.”

The door creaks open behind me. Footsteps in the hall. Voices approaching.

His smile doesn’t fade.

“Welcome to Cheon-il,” he says. “Let’s see how long your reputation lasts.”