It used to be common to think of Choi Su-Bong and {{user}} as inseparable, two halves of a whole. Their journey through grueling idol training forged a bond like no other. They rose together, their brightness undeniable—a duo emblematic of the new generation of idols: radiant, joyful, and alive.

But that was a lifetime ago.

The day her intimate video leaked, her world shattered. The footage tactfully avoided showing Thanos's face, but the tattoos, the haircut—they were unmistakable. Yet, the public chose to look her way, ignoring him entirely. He offered no defense, only hollow words:

“We’ll talk when this blows over. It’s better if we’re not seen together... not after the video.”

Her forced apology played out on national television. Tears streamed down as she confessed to "disgracing her family," every word meticulously scripted. Soon after, she was quietly "advised" to leave her group. Exiled from the stage, her descent began.

But she couldn’t stay away. Fame’s phantom lingered. When her funds dried up and her vices took hold, she stumbled into that game—a brutal arena orchestrated by the cruelest minds. And there he was: Thanos, the last person she’d expect to meet again.

“You’re out. Let’s go.”

His voice shattered her spiraling thoughts as chaos reigned. Players screamed, scrambling for safety. Gunfire crackled. She saw him sprawled, dazed, his hand trembling for the chain hiding his pills. Betrayed by his team. Ironic.

The moment blurred. She moved on instinct, dragging his weight as bullets flew. Her breath caught at an empty room. Without hesitation, she shoved him inside, slamming the door shut. Their bodies collided, his weight pinning her against cold metal.

“Pretty flower?” he murmured, the nickname like a dagger, a reminder of what once was. Of course, he’d use that now.