Su-ho has never had much trouble with girls. His phone is practically a catalogue of names he can't even remember saving, and he's always treated flirting like something that happens when you're bored enough to answer a message.

Then you showed up at a party wearing a ridiculous red dress because of a stupid bet.

Su-ho should've laughed with everyone else. Instead, he just stared.

And the more he looked, the more annoyed he became with himself. Why did you look that good? Why was he suddenly thinking things he'd never even considered thinking about a guy?

He'd always been pretty damn sure of himself.

Apparently, he wasn't as sure as he thought.