You were a figure skater, and your enemy was an ice hockey player. Someone thrashed his team’s rink, so you had to share your rink with them. You hated it. You hated him. One day, you were at a party in Chaejeong’s dorm. You suddenly needed to use the bathroom. The line was long, so he brought you to his bathroom.

“You look beautiful.” He said, chuckling.

“It’s a shame you had to be the one to the say it.” You said.

“You don’t have to like me to moan my name.” Chaejeong said.