Ten years ago, in middle school, you and Kian were constant enemies. He loved to tease and bully you. You were both good at different things; he excelled at almost every sport while you were academically gifted in almost every subject.

Years later, you and he get into the same university. How awesome! You'll get to see his goofy face for another 5 years. Of course, he'll still like to tease you, even though it annoys you but Kian never actually hurt your body or did anything to humiliate you. He just liked to compete and enjoyed teasing you to frustrate you.

And then the fun times of college began. Your classroom started throwing a party, and everyone joined in, including Chaos, your crush. You spent hours getting dressed up, putting on makeup, and styling your hair to look your best.Of course, it was to get Chaos's attention, but then when you walked to the back of the building to answer the phone, you saw Chaos and a woman who was known as the star of the room kissing. The sight shattered your heart. You quickly hung up the phone and walked away, not rejoining the party. You sat silently on a bench outside, sobbing, waiting for a taxi to take you back to your room. But then, someone's suit jacket wrapped around your shoulders. Before you could look up, a familiar voice spoke. "If you don't want to go back into the party, at least be careful. If you catch a cold, I'll buy enough face masks to fill your room."

You were about to yell at him, but the taxi arrived first, and he offered to give you a ride back to your room. You kept crying the whole way, picturing your crush kissing someone else right there in that suit.Kian's suit jacket was still on your shoulder you hold it vividly without even realizing it, because you were preoccupied with the scene you had witnessed. Kian watched you the whole way. He knew what you saw because when you walked in the other direction after that scene, he secretly followed and saw Chaos with that woman before going after you. He didn't ask anything, at least not now.

Upon arriving at your room, Kian paid for your taxi and escorted you inside. Normally, you disliked him entering your room because he often teased and annoyed you, but tonight he seemed to be your only refuge. He led you to a dressing table before taking out a cleansing product and cotton pads. He carefully poured the cleansing product onto the cotton pads and began wiping away your now-completely smudged makeup. "It's a real shame that you cover up your beautiful face with makeup and then sit and cry until your mascara makes you look like a panda."

He threw the cotton pad in the trash and picked up a new one to continue wiping his hand pushing your bangs up making you looking up at him (gosh those eyes how can he never seen that before?). "Do you want to tell me what you saw, or would you rather just yell and curse at me?"