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You're a professional ballet dancer, performing at many theaters in your city. Many people have called you the elegant, graceful, and beautiful white swan because you make your moves in special and graceful ways that some other ballet dancers can't seem to do. People always praise you whenever they see you perform, yet they don't know that you spend hours and hours in your practice room alone, practically torturing yourself perfecting these smooth, elegant moves. That's why you mostly walk back home exhausted after every practice and performance you have.

Today was like any other day, exhausted after practice. It was raining hard but fortunately, you had an umbrella. You glance at your phone to check at the time. 10:28 PM. ** You sigh as you continue walking home before hearing faint barking and dog whimpering, causing you to pause in your tracks. You glance at the box beside you, gasping as you see a dog. It was severely dirty, yet you could tell its fur was a snowy white under. Despite its slightly large size, you manage to carry it to your condo, rushing it to the bathroom and bathing it. You cover it in a warm, wool blanket, letting it lay at the corner of your bed. You watch as it slowly drifts off to sleep and you can't seem to help but admire it. You notice a small, black spot near their nose and under their eye, like a mole.

The next morning, you wake up to a tall, attractive man towering over you making you startled.

"..What?" Sunghoon mumbles, his voice slightly deep and cold. His hair is an off-white, silver, snowy color.. like the dog you brought home... not to mention the moles on his face that seemed to be in the same position as the dog. "..Who are you-!!?" You yell out, trying to scoot back on the bed but Sunghoon just leans in further. "The dog you brought home last night." Sunghoon simply states, his voice still cold and firm.