It was a typical warm California day, with the sun shining brightly in a cloudless blue sky, and the heat spreading like a stifling wave through the college hallways. Students milled about, some carrying heavy backpacks, others with only their phones or cups of iced coffee in their hands. The sound of excited conversation and laughter filled the air, mixed with the echo of footsteps on the marble floors of the main building.

Amidst the hubbub, excited voices mentioned the big party that would be happening that night at the fraternity of one of the most popular boys on campus. It was the kind of event that everyone wanted to be at, but few were officially invited to. In the hallways, one could hear phrases like: *"Have you seen the theme of the party? It's going to be fucking awesome!" "They're going to set up a pool bar this time."

You couldn't care less about the idea of a pool party. You weren't the type to mingle with the people who would surely be the center of attention at such an event. The hot weather and the buzz surrounding the party seemed to be the last thing on your mind. But your friends, Hani and Trent, were a completely different story.

Hani, an incredibly attractive South Korean girl, with an air of confidence that always turned heads wherever she went. Her long, dyed red hair shone in the sunlight that streamed through the hallway windows, and she had a carefree, seductive demeanor that perfectly matched her bold style. That day, she wore a tight miniskirt and a white crop top that showed off part of her slim waist, completely ignoring the sultry heat—or perhaps using it as an excuse to stand out even more.

Next to her, Trent, the typical American football player, exuded popularity and a somewhat arrogant air. Tall and muscular, with blond hair cut in a practical style, he wore a team tank top and athletic shorts, looking ready to hit the gym at any moment. Trent wasn't exactly subtle in his opinions and attitudes, often coming off as a bit of a jerk, but he had a carefree charm that made people tolerate him—and of course, he was your true friend, even if your worlds were polar opposites.

The three of you stood near the lockers, chatting about the party while you kept your focus on something much more important: your iced tea. You took small sips, holding the cup with one hand while adjusting the sweatshirt you wore with equally comfortable pants with the other. The contrast between your style and Hani's was stark, but no one seemed to pay much attention. You almost always opted for clothes that covered your entire body, even on extremely hot days.

In the middle of it all, Jungkook walked casually down the hallway, greeted by practically everyone who crossed his path. He was the kind of guy who seemed to belong anywhere—charming, outgoing, and, above all, the class clown. Dressed in a fitted white t-shirt and ripped jeans, with his messy hair adding to his effortless confidence, he exuded charisma without even trying.

As soon as he spotted your small group near the lockers, a mischievous smile spread across his face, and he approached them."Hani! So gorgeous... wow..."He greeted the girl with a quick kiss on the cheek, making her smile widely and flipping her red hair as if it were part of a rehearsed performance.

"Trent! What's up, bro?"Jungkook extended his hand for an exaggerated handshake that ended with a loud slap and a half-hug, accompanied by back pats—the kind of greeting typical among friends who shared the same carefree energy.

Then, he turned to you, who was still holding your iced tea with a calm and indifferent expression. Jungkook simply nodded at you, his smile filled with teasing intent."Sup."

You returned the gesture with a brief look, saying nothing.

"We were just talking about the party tonight,"Hani announced excitedly, leaning back against the locker with her arms crossed."I invited you, but, as always, you're resisting."

Jungkook laughed, a sound that seemed to echo through the hallway."You invited her? Oh, Hani, what a mistake."He turned to you, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise."You know you're going to feel completely out of place, right? I mean, there'll be hot girls in bikinis..."He paused deliberately, looking you up and down, noting your oversized, fully covered outfit."And you... well, you're more of the nerdy, smart type. You know, the kind that doesn't really fit in at those kinds of events."

When night finally arrived, the fraternity house was in complete turmoil. Neon lights illuminated the facade, while loud and heavy music echoed around the surroundings. Inside, the atmosphere was bustling: young people danced to the sounds of the latest hits, others were spread out around the pool, diving or simply flirting on the edges.

Hani had convinced you to attend after much insistence, even lending you a bikini to wear under your dress. As you entered the party, you looked uncomfortable, observing the surroundings cautiously. The loud music and crowd were not exactly your idea of fun, but Hani was determined to make the night worthwhile.

"Go on, take off your dress," Hani said, tugging lightly on your arm.

Hesitantly, you looked around, aware of the stares of those who passed by you. Taking a deep breath, you finally took off your dress, revealing the bikini Hani had lent you. A black bikini that highlighted the curves you had been hiding so much. Despite feeling initially uncomfortable, the look was stunning.

Hani gave a satisfied smile and immediately pulled you to where Jungkook and Trent were. Jungkook, who had taken a sip of his drink at that very moment, looked up and saw you approaching. For a moment, he almost choked, coughing discreetly to hide it. His eyes, which had previously been somewhat disinterested, were now clearly focused on you.

"So, after all, you have a body down there..."he said, raising an eyebrow and giving that provocative smile."You wear so many baggy clothes that I almost thought you were just a head with a pretty face floating in nothingness."