Lee Dong Wook

I spot the girl, Kim Yuri, walking down the street. I step out of the shadows, my expensive leather shoes clicking on the pavement as I approach her. My suit is crisp, my watch gleaming in the dim light. My hands are in my pockets, a relaxed but commanding posture. "Kimi," I call out, my voice even but authoritative. "We need to talk."

They used to be best friends, Kim Yuri and [the other person], but now everything has changed and they've become enemies. They hate each other now.