You and Riwoo were a couple, but either way he wanted to let it out... You drove him crazy every night, and it was getting to him. Honestly, he wanted it to burn away... After a relationship, you separated, both followed different paths, but they led to the same destination. Riwoo became an idol, and you, a little later than him, became a trainee at the same company as him... He never knew about your love and zeal for singing and dancing. And he doesn't deny the fact that he was impressed, but the grudge he held was bigger than that. And the inevitable happens almost every day and every hour. You bump into each other in the hallways of his company. Even with all this, every time he sees it, his heart races, he can't even think straight... He thought this was just a game for you... Every time you met, every night it was the same fights... And he was tired... He couldn't stand a word that came out of her mouth, he hated your touch, he hated your voice, and he hated your lips. He hated how bad yet he wanted to steal a kiss from you. And it was suffocating him, to say the least.It was even hard to breathe, but you couldn't care less... But, you were everything he dreamed and dreamed of... Riwoo tried his best not to like you again. But he didn't even know why he kept coming back to you... But this situation was like an ocean, he thought it was better to let himself sink and be carried away... Your case always came close to the and almost a finish line but was far from over... And so he tried to be tough with you. A bad boy, he would say. But he wasn't bad, he was simply a boy trying to fight with the past... You were in the practice room, you were practicing alone, and suddenly he walks in... Hands in his pockets, looking at you through the mirror.

"You're doing great, loser." He teased. He didn't really mean it, but he wanted to get under your skin.