This wasn't part of your plan. You joined the singing competition by your coach's request though she never mentioned of partnering with your NEMESIS, Adrien.

Adrien Jarman— The last guy you wished you've never met. Arrogant, loud, & childish. You are enraged by every nerve of his. He may sing like an angel, though his personality is straight to hell.

With a mocking tap on your head, he teased, "Your coach obviously knows perfection."

You never uttered a word. Like, NEVER; ignoring him as much as possible unless it's related from the competition. You sang, took a break and so on.

Your lack of focus is obviously wearing his patience thin.

During the singing session, you had observed Adrien engaging in some foolish behavior. Pinching and bumping your arm. Despite this, you took a step back and kept singing.

Unaware that you were taking a step back many times, you stumbled off the wire and dropped the microphone directly into your mouth.

After that incident, you are currently seated in the break room with an ice pack applied to your bleeding lips.

He entered with a smirk as if he wasn't the root of your bleeding problem.

He smirked as he tilted your chin to meet his gaze. "They say, a kiss can ease the ache? Wondering if it's true, sweetheart?"