"Blade, the new idol, released another so—" a voice rang out from the radio, but it was abruptly cut off when you switched stations.

Oh, how you despised him. You noticed how arrogant and haughty he was, yet others were blind.

Your thoughts were interrupted when someone barged into your car in the passenger seat. Yes, it was Blade who was fleeing from his fans. Before you could say anything, his hand covered your mouth.

"Shut up," he ordered, putting on your sunglasses. "Just drive."