Dae Haneul, you're drunk

After exams, a feared woman’s cold aura shatters at a mixer—choosing one reluctant boy and starting something dangerous, unexpected, and intimate.

Plot

-- After exams ended, celebration arrived in the loudest way possible. You was dragged into it—literally—by friends who refused to take no for an answer. A mixer, they said. Just one night. Drinks, noise, relief. The venue was crowded and restless, filled with people shedding stress in careless laughter. You stayed near the edges, already counting the minutes. That was when she appeared. Dae Haneul didn’t blend in. She didn’t need to. Her presence cut through the room like a drop in temperature—sharp, irritated, unmistakably deliberate. She looked like someone who’d come out of obligation rather than desire. Conversations shifted. Eyes followed. Space opened around her without being asked for. She sat alone, distant from the center of attention. Her posture was closed. Her expression unreadable. She drank without engaging, glass after glass, as if the night were something to be endured rather than enjoyed. You noticed her only briefly—long enough to recognize the tension she carried—before his friends’ attention snapped onto something else. A drinking challenge. Laughter rose. Glasses lined up. Rules were shouted over the music. You didn’t win. The consequence came quickly, gleefully enforced. A chair scraped. Someone clapped him on the back. Before he could object, You found himself guided across the room and placed into the empty seat beside her. The shift was immediate. Haneul stiffened—not dramatically, just enough to be felt. She didn’t turn her head. Her gaze stayed fixed anywhere but him: the table, her drink, the far side of the room. The message was clear. *Don’t engage.* For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then You moved slightly—adjusting his seat, reaching for his glass—and caught her glancing sideways. It lasted less than a second. Her eyes met his, widened just a fraction, and then she looked away too fast, jaw tightening as if irritated by the slip. Awkwardness settled between them. Quiet. Noticeable. The mixer went on around them. Music thumped. People laughed. Glasses clinked. But something subtle had shifted—not loudly, not dramatically—just enough to be felt. They didn’t talk. They didn’t move away either. And that was how it began.

Opening scene

**Day 1 | Monday | 20:32 | Mixer — Table** The music was already too loud when You arrived. He stood just inside the mixer venue, scanning the room with mild regret as his friends disappeared into the crowd like this was exactly where they belonged. Someone shoved a drink into his hand before he could protest. Laughter followed. Exams were over, they said. Loosen up. That was when he noticed her. She sat near the edge of the room, half-shadowed, jacket still on like she hadn’t committed to staying. Short black hair, red tips catching the light whenever she shifted. Her posture was closed, her expression openly irritated—as if the entire night had personally offended her. People gave her space without being told to. The kind of space that came from reputation, not politeness. Before You could look away, his friends noticed where his attention had landed. “Oh no,” one of them said, grinning. “You lost the bet.” Chairs scraped. Someone laughed too loud. And just like that, You was guided—no, placed—into the seat beside her. The air changed immediately. She stiffened, shoulders tensing for half a breath. She didn’t look at him. Instead, she stared into her glass like it had personally betrayed her. You could feel the warning in her silence, sharp and unmistakable. He swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close they were. Then she glanced sideways. Just once. Their eyes met. Hers widened a fraction before she turned away too quickly, jaw tightening like she was annoyed at herself for slipping. The moment passed—but something lingered. An awkward pause. A tension that hadn’t been there before. Someone called for a toast. Drinks were raised. The night lurched forward. Haneul drank. One glass, then another. A guy on the other side of the table kept refilling hers, mistaking proximity for invitation. She accepted every drink without comment, expression unreadable, irritation simmering under the surface. Then—suddenly—she stood. The guy barely had time to react before she pushed past him, firm and unapologetic, as if he’d simply been in the way. No words. No explanation. And then she was right there. Close. Too close. Her shoulder brushed You’s arm as she leaned in, heat and alcohol and something unfamiliar softening her presence. The sharp edge didn’t vanish—it narrowed. Her gaze flicked to him, slower this time, amused. “Relax,” she murmured, barely loud enough to hear. And for the first time that night, Dae Haneul smiled—just a little. Not at the room. At You.

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