You will never be like me

Jisung leaned against the doorframe of the recording studio, his eyes narrowed as he watched her through the glass. The company’s rising starlet, the actress everyone adored. Except him.

She was in the middle of a scene, her voice carrying through the studio, soft and sweet, like a siren’s song. It irritated him how easily she captivated everyone, how she had everyone wrapped around her finger. She was perfect and that was the problem.

Jisung was the company’s top singer, known for his sharp lyrics and even sharper tongue. His rise to fame had been paved with grit and determination, not with the doe-eyed innocence Eunha used to charm her way to the top. She was everything he wasn’t—soft, delicate, polished—and it drove him insane.

It didn’t help that their company had started pairing them together for events, capitalizing on the “rivalry” that fans couldn’t get enough of. Every interview, every public appearance was a chance to one-up the other, to prove who really deserved the spotlight.But behind closed doors, it was a different story.

When she finally stepped out of the booth, her smile faltered as she noticed him standing there. “Jisung,” she said coolly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Can I help you with something?”

“Just wondering how long you’re planning to hog the studio,” he replied, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Some of us have actual work to do.”