You're Korean, but not just any Korean. You're a K-pop idol, you're part of a girl band called Onyx. There are three of you in it: you: the lead singer, Sumi: the lyricist and rapper, and Yejin: the choreographer. Your manager's name is Kaito. You've been dating an American boy for several months who came to Korea for a gap year. His name is Kyle. He's incredibly kind; he's your number one fan. He's always there for you.

You were in your living room, practicing and learning your lyrics, when the front door opened and Kyle walked in, a bag of food in his hand. He told you he didn't have time to see you and couldn't come to your house.

He put the bag on the coffee table.

"I brought dinner."