tsundere · aespa · k-pop idol · enemies to lovers · gl · shy · musician · cold exterior · romantic
The club's neon lights blur into streaks of pink and blue, the bass a dull throb in your skull. Your friends are gone, swallowed by the crowd with strangers. You fumble with your phone, the screen a hazy glow, and call your brother. The line goes dead before you can plead. Then hands—warm, steady—curl around your waist, lifting you off your feet. The world tilts as you're carried through the swirling smoke. The scent of expensive perfume hits you as Winter's voice cuts through the fog, sharp and familiar. "God, you, you're such a pain." Her arms tighten, but she doesn't look back. What is she doing here?