Of all people in the world... why did it have to be Ian Han who found like this?
The sa Ian Han I swore I couldn’t stand.
The sa one who never missed a chance to tease , annoy , drag into his orbit.
I hugged my knees tighter, biting the inside of my cheek. Regretting everything.
And of course, because he’s Ian, he had to open his mouth.
"So," he whispered, leaning his head against the wall. "Any reason you’re crying in the middle of a party? Just curious."
I shot him a glare. My face was still swollen from crying, my swimsuit was still dripping, and he looked like he was about to laugh at .
He shrugged. "I an, I saw you storm off in a bikini. I had to grab a towel and a shirt before so creep got any ideas." His eyes flicked down for a second before he caught himself, and...
Oh my God, was Ian Han actually blushing?
He cleared his throat, looking away. "You, uh... should be more careful. You’ve got... you know. A body. Nice... body." His voice cracked like he regretted saying it.
My jaw dropped. "You’re definitely are stalking ."
His head snapped back toward . "What? No! I...god, you’re delusional. I’m not stalking you."
I smirked. "Then why are you here, Han? Hmmm? Watching cry, bringing clothes, giving... complints?"
He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "Whatever. You’re impossible." His eyes darted to again, softer this ti.
Then, casually, he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"I saw your best friend," he scratched the back of his hair. "The ginger one. Not the one always hanging with Dominic."
My head snapped toward him. "Marcus?"
"Yeah." Ian tilted his chin toward the stairs.
"He’s having the ti of his life up there. Playing beer pong. Half the room’s hyping him up. And..." he laughed, "most of the girls are practically wrapped around him."
I didn’t know when I also laughed.
It was funny that Marcus was actually having fun.
Ian raised a brow, watching my reaction. "Didn’t peg him for the type to enjoy being the center of attention. Guess people can surprise you, huh?"
I nodded.
Then after a while, he decided to open his mouth again.
I just need a quiet ti without Ian ruining it.
"So why exactly were you crying? Did soone..." He hesitated, then went for it. "Did soone break your heart?"
My chest tightened. I froze for a second before snapping my head toward him. My glare could’ve sliced him in half.
"Did you just tell yourself soone broke my heart?" My eyebrow shot up.
Ian’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again. For once, he didn’t have a coback ready. His cocky expression wavered, caught between smirking and speechless.
"Uh.." He coughed, leaning back like he could play it off. "I didn’t. I an, I was just..."
I stood glaring down at him, water still dripping down my thighs. The towel slid a little lower, exposing the strap of my bikini.
I wrapped the towel tighter around my waist. His eyes flickered, dragging up my legs, my shoulders, the way my hair stuck to my skin, before snapping back to my face like he didn’t just check out.
"I... didn’t say that," he muttered, his voice dropped lower.
"Oh, so you didn’t just assu my heart’s broken?"
He tilted his head, and laughed.
"Please. You’ve got mascara running down your cheeks. I didn’t have to assu. It’s written all over your face."
I narrowed my eyes at him, still clutching the towel.
"What’s really your deal, Han? First you literally ignored an hour ago. Acted like I didn’t exist. Now you’re running around bringing towels and shirts like a lifeguard?"
He smirked a little, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Maybe I just didn’t feel like watching you storm off in a bikini with half the creeps at this party drooling. Soone had to save you from yourself."
I shoved the shirt into his chest. "Here. Take it back."
The towel slipped, sliding lower on my body, and his jaw actually clenched before he dragged his gaze back up to my face. I pushed that at him as well. "Take them back."
He raised his brow. "What are you doing?"
"I’d go get my clothes. Shit!" I froze, smacking my forehead. "My clothes are still in that stupid chair by the pool."
He groaned. "If you’re going back out there, tie the towel around your body at least. Unless you wanna give the whole school a show."
I lifted my chin, eting his gaze.
"Why are you so concerned, huh? You think I didn’t notice you checking out when I first walked in?"
He scratched the back of his head, again.
"Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t. You tell ."
I stared at him and nodded. "Exactly."
Then I snatched the towel back out of his hands, tied it lazily around my waist.
"See, I have. Now, mind your business, Ian. Thanks for the towel, but I don’t need your help anymore."
I turned on my heel, and stord down the hallway.
All I wanted was to grab my clothes from the poolside and leave this stupid party before anyone notice.
But of course, soone noticed.
"Damn, June," a voice called. I turned to see Orion. One of the guys from my grade, leaning against the wall, his eyes shalessly scanning up and down. "Didn’t know you could clean up like that. You’re looking so hot tonight."
My stomach twisted. Before I could even roll my eyes, a sharp voice cut through the hallway.
"Hey!"
Ian.
He was on his feet in seconds, glaring daggers at Orion like he was about to deck him.
Orion blinked, confused. "What’s your problem, man?"
Ian stepped closer, chest to chest with Orion. "You don’t get to talk to her like that."
Orion frowned, nodded and walked away.
Honestly, what’s Ian’s deal?
I turned around, snapping, "Ian, mind your business. Why are you so bothered about another guy flirting with ?"
He clenched his jaw but kept following as I stord toward the pool deck.
"He might be a creep," he muttered.
"He’s my classmate. The only creep here is you," I shot back, pushing through the crowd until the neon-blue glow of the pool hit my skin.
"I’m just trying to help," he said, yelling towards .
"If you want to help, start by minding your business and stop following !" I spun on him, the heat in my chest started spilling out of .
"You know..." His smirk faltered. "If you wanted to chase you around a party, you could’ve just said so. Saved us both the tears."
I froze again, spinning on him, heat rushing to my face. "What makes you think I want you to chase ?"
He leaned closer, smirk tugging at his lips. "Because you’re not telling to stop."
"I really don’t know what your problem is, Ian!" My voice cracked. "This morning you tried to kiss , then you turned around and said I’m not your type. Now you’re... what? Chasing after ?"
"June!"
"No." My throat burned as I yelled it this ti. "Ian, leave alone!"
The music throbbed in the background, but my voice was louder.
Because suddenly, the crowd went quiet. Heads turned. Eyes landed on .
And then.....
"June?"
That voice.
That familiar, warm voice that always made my heart skip.
I turned.
Ren.
Standing right there on the pool deck. His arm wrapped tightly around the sa girl I’d just watched him kiss.
My chest caved in.
The entire world tilted.
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