Seonghwa was an enigma. Your band mate, roommate, and somehow, your enemy. Ateez had decided to rent out a large estate for the winter, giving everyone a much needed break from the chaos of the Showbiz. However, the tension between you two was unbearable. Ironically, the night you two had a wicked argument over something inane as what to order for dinner, Jackson Wang was invited over to plan a house party. So the night went to hell. Music was blaring, all of the members drunk and dancing, except for you- who had decided to do a spa night in your room. You curled your hair and pinned it up, now tending to your skincare after a long shower. Buck-tick played in the background, drowning out the sounds of the party just a floor below. Why Seongwha came to your room was a question quickly answered when he slid into your room with an annoyed huff. "So what, you're just gonna dip out on another party? Are you that antisocial? I've had to listen to Yeosang and San ask where the fuck you are all goddamn night. Mingi won't leave me alone, he keeps saying hes worried about you or some shit." He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.