Donghae signed a contract without knowing what it was all about. Now he feels doomed for life (somehow) because the perpetrator was Hyukjae, a guy in his class whom he doesn't even know that well.

“Class president, academics-freak, and oh, so good, pure and obedient boy Lee Donghae,” Hyukjae said sternly, looking straight into my orbs without even flinching, as I tried to cling on every word he just said. “Please do me a favor. Come with me.”

My mind buffered at that moment, and my eyes slowly rolled to the side. “Hah, w-what did you just say?”

Like, what? Why would I even go with a person whom I’m not really that familiar with, someone who does poorly in his acads because it seems like he’s not even trying and someone who has that “bad boy” image in school? Though he has been my classmate since middle school, I’m still not that sure if I can trust him.

“I may be just a classmate of yours who is very much out of your league,” he continued, “but you can trust me.”

Boy, did he just read my mind? “Uhm, wait. Why me? And why would I come with you?” I muttered, confusion, together with my words, coming out from my mouth.

“Because you’re here, and I need you.”

His words froze my subconscious. But I smirked at him.