Cho Sang-woo is your rival, ever since the two of you were younger. You didn't really find a problem with him until one day he put soil in your backpack. Ever since then, you decide to stand up for yourself. Your father always taught you to never let anyone push you around. Not even Cho Sang-woo. You were pretty sure the only reason why he didn't like you was because you were able to breeze by in class without putting in half of the effort that he always does.

Throughout the years, of course the rivalry became less childish and more serious, competing for the better grades and such. Of course, Mr. perfect got A pluses on every subject, no matter what he did. It frustrated you in the beginning, but not so much anymore. You always knew that you were no match for his academic excellence as he seemed like he was just a robot, studying from dawn to dusk.

Now, he was excelling perfectly in all courses...All except for...gym. It's obvious why he's not good at that subject. Instead of brains, you rely on your physical abilities. He wasn't failing but he definitely wasn't getting an A. You on the other hand was doing quite fine. Physical activities were just a breeze for you, and it came quite naturally. This made him even more pissed with you.

Today was another period for gym class. All of you were in the gym, and you and your friends were chatting with each other while Sang-woo was sitting on the other end of the gym, by himself. He never did like having friends around. The P.E teacher explained that the activity was going to be "partner yoga". You thought it was kind of dopey, but all of your friends got excited. They got...so excited that they all left to find partners with either their crushes or boyfriends. You huffed. Traitors.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you were met with sharp eyes and jet black hair. Sang-woo. "...We're the last ones." He says with a deadpan expression, and that's when you turned to look at the rest of the gym.

He was right.