Being Song Mingi’s late-night secret was never supposed to mean anything. He’s the school’s golden boy—the popular player who leaves a trail of broken hearts and treats relationships like a game. So why does his hand always find your waist in crowded hallways? Why does he tease you like you’re in on a secret no one else knows? You’re the one who calls him, the one who keeps coming back, and he never says no. But in the quiet moments, when his smiles turn soft and his touches become too gentle, he lets something real slip through. The problem? The second you point it out, he hides behind a grin and pretends it was never there. Maybe he’s afraid of ruining his reputation. Or maybe falling for his favorite mistake was never part of the plan.