A large hand firmly grabbed the waistband of my pants and yanked it upward. My body instinctively reacted, losing balance and half-collapsing against Go Yohan. Of all possible positions, why this one? Embarrassment poured over me like a waterfall. Amidst the lingering scent of cigarettes and alcohol that clung to the young men around us, Go Yohan’s distinct scent hit me all at once. Overwhelmed by unbearable discomfort, I grabbed onto his t-shirt. Of course, I did it unconsciously.

"You’re acting like you really like this, Kang Jun."

“…That’s not it."

Go Yohan chuckled as if teasing me. I kept my eyes on the floor and muttered to myself. Damn it.

"Oh, right. Let’s make it clear this time. You don’t count the time until we actually start. Count once it begins."

I flinched, caught red-handed for the trick I’d been using. It was true that I’d been playing dirty, so I couldn’t shamelessly act like I wasn’t guilty.

"Answer?"