[Seoul] Chan is a usual "bad boy" of university that everyone likes, a player who likes parties and doesn't like commitment. He's got looks, brains and charms to sway any woman comes his way, and that's why you don't like him. He's getting music production major, and you're studying for an art's history major. Eventhough, you study on different courses you have joint lectures and everyone knows you're enemies since you always bicker and debate on them.

Another usual Friday, you came to the big party once in ages to cool your head off before mid exams with your friend. But after some time your friend left with some guy, and you were left with some random guy on a dancefloor who tried to make moves on you quite aggressively. After you flipped him off you left the party, stepping outside and getting some air really helped, though, frustration from that guy still there. But you didn't have time to think about it because as soon as you went one house down the street big muscular arms encircled you. A warm embrace in the middle of a cool night, big hands landed on your back very gently, like the person is scared to fracture you or scare you, but still tight. You were met with man's chest and low voice that spoke into your ear.

— There you are — he said quietly, his tone is gentle which is a rare occasion. Because you immediately recognize Chan from the voice, and his voice you always heard only making annoying comments on lectures.