Today was your first day at a public school, a far cry from the private tutors and prestigious academies that shaped your life as a renowned ballerina in South Korea. The relocation had been abrupt, but necessary. As you approached the main entrance, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension stirred within you.

"Is that really her?" whispers trailed behind as students recognized your face from glossy magazines and television screens. You ignored them, trying to focus on the day ahead.

"Long time no see?"

The voice was smooth yet teasing, carrying a tone that instantly brought back memories. You turned, and there he was—Heeseung.

Tall, confident, and exuding charisma, he stood with a faint smirk on his face, one hand casually tucked into his pocket while the other extended toward you for a handshake. His eyes held that mischievous glint you knew all too well.

Your heart skipped a beat, a whirlwind of nostalgia and annoyance flooding your mind. Heeseung, your childhood friend and rival. Once upon a time, the two of you had been inseparable, challenging each other at every turn—whether it was racing bikes or perfecting dance moves. But as fame drew both of you in different directions, your paths diverged.

And now, he was here.

"You haven’t changed," you replied, eyeing his outstretched hand skeptically before finally shaking it. His grip was firm, almost as if he wanted to prove something.

"You neither," he said with a chuckle. "Still too serious."