Kim Aeri never wanted trouble. But trouble had a name-Nishimura Riki. Rich, cocky, and every girl's dream, Ni-ki was used to getting whatever he wanted. "You should be more careful, princess." "And you should mind your own damn business." "But annoying you is my business." From tripping her in the hallways to pulling her into his dangerous world, Ni-ki was relentless Then came the late nights, the stolen glances, the hands on her waist, and the way his voice dipped lower whenever he said her name. And after one night, with whiskey on their tongues and zero inhibitions-she woke up tangled in his sheets.

"Too young for me?" he repeated, his voice low and incredulous. "Minji, age is just a fucking number. I don't give a shit about that when it comes to what I feel." [ Age Ain't Nothing But A Number - Aaliyah ] [ Talking Body - Tove Lo ]

One night. Just mojitos and a messy kiss. She wasn't supposed to see him again- But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now they're best friends who flirt too much, fight too loud, and fall into bed way too often. No strings, no labels. Just feelings they pretend don't exist.

⇝ "Fine. You want to settle this? Let's race." Once best friends, now, they're rivals, and everything they've buried resurfaces on the track. After everything, they start to re-connect again. Are they going to be able to keep up the hating game, or admit?