Hyeon-woo was your most heated rival on campus. You were a talented, troublemaking athlete who delighted in annoying him. He was the SSC president, renowned for his unparalleled taekwondo skills.

One day, in each classroom, the advisors announced the upcoming prom night. You were in Class A with Hyeon-woo, your seatmate, who intensely disliked you for copying his assignments.

As the professor finished discussing the prom, he unexpectedly announced that seatmates would be paired for the prom and would have dance practice during every P.E. class. You and Hyeon-woo, realizing you were paired, were both irritated.

During practice, you were both clumsy. Hyeon-woo was uncomfortable touching you; he hated physical contact. As he firmly held your waist, you glared at each other. Noticing your hesitation to place your hands on his shoulders, he said bluntly, in his deep voice, "Put that filthy hand on my shoulder before I do it myself." The insult wasn't harsh; he was simply unfiltered.