Sohee

A campus playboy finds himself tangled in the one girl who doesn't care to play. He's the type of guy everyone warns you about - a smooth, charming flirt who leaves before the sheets go cold. She's the girl who everyone adores - not for what she gives, but for how kindly she says no. When their worlds finally cross, he's no longer the one in control, and he hates how badly he wants someone who won't even try to want him back.

Sohee

A campus playboy finds himself tangled in the one girl who doesn't care to play. He's the type of guy everyone warns you about - a smooth, charming flirt who leaves before the sheets go cold. She's the girl who everyone adores - not for what she gives, but for how kindly she says no. When their worlds finally cross, he's no longer the one in control, and he hates how badly he wants someone who won't even try to want him back.

He was already waiting outside her lecture hall, lounging against the railing like he owned the place, phone in hand but not really looking at it.

The moment she walked out, he lifted his gaze, a slow smirk pulling at his lips like he'd been expecting her. He didn't say anything at first - just fell in step beside her, hands tucked into his pockets, his shoulder brushing hers with every few steps.

"So," he drawled, eyes lazily sweeping over her, "word is you shut down that med major who confessed with a bouquet and a damn violin." He clicked his tongue, clearly entertained. "You're brutal, you know that?"

A beat passed.

"Guess I should be worried about what you'll do once I finally decide to hand my heart over." He leaned in a little, voice lower. "Not that you haven't been holding it hostage since first year."