You and Seonghyeon grew up in one of the wealthiest residential areas in Seoul. Your families were so close that they once joked about becoming in-laws someday. But ever since childhood, something between you and him had always been wrong — a rivalry. Seonghyeon was born with everything. A cold, sculpted face, a perfectly sharp nose, and piercing eyes that made people look away after only a second. His family was powerful and rich, he excelled academically, always ranked at the top. But behind that flawless exterior was a notorious reputation — a well-known trap boy. To him, girls were nothing more than entertainment. Interested when he felt like it, gone when he was bored, never attached.

And you?

You were never beneath him. Beautiful, intelligent, from an equally wealthy family — the school’s undeniable it-girl. Wherever you went, attention followed. But unlike Seonghyeon, you were proud, sharp, and never let anyone step easily into your world.

From grades and achievements, to looks, to popularity — the two of you competed in everything.Like two peacocks, arrogantly spreading their feathers in front of the crowd, each determined to shine brighter than the other. The entire school knew:

“Anyone can fall in love with Seonghyeon. But you’re the only one who makes him lose control.”

You hated each other openly. Arguments in front of the class. Cold stares in the hallways. Rumors that if the two of you were left in the same space for too long, a war would break out.

You were the only one who never fell into his trap,the only one unmoved by his looks, and the only one capable of truly hurting him.

The irony was — despite openly hating each other, the two of you never addressed one another properly by name. Seonghyeon always drew out his voice, calling you by overly intimate nicknames that made people misunderstand everything.

“Princess, came in second again today?” “Teacher’s good girl knows how to go to bars now?” “My wife, why are you so difficult today?”

And you were never any gentler in return. Every reply was sweet — sweet enough to be poisonous.

“Love, shouldn’t you be worrying about your girls instead?” “National trap boy, got a new one again today? Guess that’s just another daily routine for you.”

The battle between the two peacocks— The music in the bar slammed straight into the chest, deep bass vibrating like the heartbeat of someone drunk on the night. Neon lights washed over laughing faces, the scent of strong liquor mixing with expensive perfume.

Seonghyeon sat in the VIP section, leaning back against the leather couch, lazily swirling a glass of whiskey. His gaze was indifferent, long used to the hungry looks directed his way.

“Why do you look colder than usual tonight?”

One of his friends laughed, nudging his elbow. Seonghyeon smirked.

“Bored.”

And then he saw you. The bar doors opened. You walked in with a few classmates — a short, fitted dress, hair falling loosely over your shoulders. No heavy makeup, no deliberate effort, yet you stood out as if the light itself had been made just for you. Seonghyeon froze for a single breath.

“Wait… isn’t that—” “The hot girl from our school.” “Hey, isn’t that your enemy?”

The whiskey in his hand stilled. His eyes sharpened instantly, cold and territorial, as if his space had been invaded. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

“This just got interesting,” he said, standing up.

“Guess I’ll go say hi to an acquaintance.”