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?

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.

The mirror reflected her flushed skin and slightly swollen lips-thankfully, no hickeys. "Phew! No hickeys, thank God," she sighed in relief. But the deep chuckle behind her sent a chill down her spine. "The wild one last night wasn't me, babygirl." Frozen in place, she turned sharply-only to be met with Heeseung, fresh out of the shower, a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. Droplets of water clung to his toned abs, his damp hair falling over his forehead as he smirked at her reaction.