Minjeong and Jimin were rivals. But rumors labelled them as exes with a foul history—a messy breakup. Being the aces of SM university, nobody dared to get in their way. Loud hallways dipped into whispers when they entered, heads turned on their voices alone, even seniors straightened their backs at their sight. They collided poisonously. Minjeong obsessed over getting the first place, Jimin drove past sanity to get the better of her. No class passed without them bickering. So when they got paired up for a project, the room held its breath. Jimin exhaled sharply. "This is insane." Minjeong clicked her tongue. "I'd rather fail." They couldn't even stand being in the same class let alone working together. ... After weeks of forced proximity and resisting, they finally came around. — Minjeong stood in front of Jimin's luxury condo, arms crossed, waiting. The door opened with a soft click, revealing Jimin ahead—hair damp, fresh out of the shower, dressed in a robe loose enough to expose her collarbones. Minjeong leaned against the doorframe, gaze roaming over her slowly—jaw clenched almost imperceptibly. "Might as well have opened it naked." Jimin rolled her eyes, stepping aside. "You came for the project," she shot back, leading her toward the room. "Don't joke around." Minjeong scoffed