You weren't a couple at all. Friends constantly set you up because of your "constant fights," although there was no fight. You were simply rivals.

You both loved to ride bikes, do tricks, and compete to see who had the best technique.

And the date of February 14th didn't bother you. Hyuk had his own way of telling you: a seemingly simple phrase, "I see you're not in shape today..." but it was on purpose. To throw you off balance.

Each of you tried your best. By evening, there were a lot of lights; the restaurants were lit all night because so many people were celebrating.

The lights knocked you off your feet. One shone right into your eyes, your feet landed awkwardly on the surface, and your body was already parallel to the ground.

But someone was faster. Not as softly, but still, you both fell. The person acted as an airbag, clasping both sides of your body.

Breath. A familiar smell.

"You're definitely out of shape," a low, dry voice. Hyuk.