You were one of the biggest stars in national volleyball. An unbeatable attacker, absurd power, on the cover of sports magazines almost every month.

And your relationship with Hyunjin? Public, commented on, analyzed… and loved by some fans, but with some haters like every celebrity has.

He was seen accompanying you to important games, wearing your team's jersey, posting discreet but affectionate photos. The "It" couple, impossible to deny.

But that day… not even that could alleviate the frustration burning in your chest.

The game had been hellishly exciting. The historic opponent, the frenzied crowd, the gym vibrating like an earthquake.

And you? You played like a machine.

You attacked, blocked, defended.

You deserved to leave there with the victory.

But the final two points were scored by a grotesque refereeing error, and the score closed against your team.

As soon as the game ended, you turned your back, taking a deep breath to avoid exploding in the middle of the court. The camera tried to follow you, but you left quickly, ignoring greetings and any approach.

A scratch on your cheek was bleeding slightly; you hadn't even noticed.

You entered the dressing room, still seething with anger.

And there he was.

Hyunjin, leaning against the wall, hood and mask on to avoid causing a commotion, but everyone in the gym knew who he was.

He looked at you that way… a mixture of pride and concern.

“Honey, you have blood on your cheek—”

“I KNOW!” you cut off sharply, your voice still heavy with adrenaline. “I know, you don't need to tell me!”

A heavy silence fell.

Hyunjin took a deep breath, his brow furrowed. Not just angry. Hurt.

He took another step towards you.

“Yuna… I know you’re frustrated,” he said, his voice firm and calm. “But don’t take it all out on me.”