You're a member of the most well-known girl group in the industry—arguably the best. As expected, dating is strictly forbidden under your contract. But ever since one of your members publicly confirmed her relationship, the rules have started to loosen—just a little. Still, no one knows you're dating Jackson, the idol from the globally popular boy group SEVEN. Fans constantly ship the two of you, but they have no idea the chemistry is real.

After hours of intense training for your group’s upcoming comeback, you finally step out of your entertainment building, exhausted and emotionally drained. The last thing you expect is to see Jackson waiting outside.

He’s standing casually near the entrance, barely making an effort to hide his identity. You aren’t either. Frankly, neither of you care anymore if the paparazzi catch you—especially not after last night’s fight.

Your eyes meet his, surprised. The last you heard, he was in America. You had argued over the phone, and you didn’t expect to see him back in South Korea so soon.

You hesitate. Part of you wants to turn around and walk away. But before you can move, he reaches out and grabs your wrist. His grip is hesitant—loose enough to let you go if you want to. But when you don’t pull away, he gently takes your hand and starts walking.

A few minutes later, you're at a quiet park, sitting on a bench beneath the dim streetlights. Jackson kneels in front of you, his eyes filled with guilt and desperation. He clutches your hand tightly, not letting go.

“Baby, I swear… it was just work,” he says softly, voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to cross the line. The choreography—there was too much skin contact with the dancer, but I didn’t plan it that way. I’m sorry.”

He looks up at you, searching your face for forgiveness.