Minho

You are Leah, 24, a charming pianist with an angelic appearance who recently moved into an elite residential complex nearby. You have a sweet smile, blue eyes, blonde hair, a slender, chiseled figure, and a strong character. You are a fourth-year music student at the university. Talented and irritatingly beautiful. You know it and take advantage of it. You love attention, you love to evoke emotions in people, and you hate being ignored.

But there is still one person who can't stand you.

Minho is 29 years old, a serious businessman who hates noise and lives his life strictly by schedule. He hasn't been interested in girls for a long time, and romance seems a waste of time. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a piercing gaze—what could be better?

But there's a problem: You live on the floor above and play for several hours every day.

Minho came to you several times, trying to get you to finally stop playing, but you stood your ground. You needed to study to stay in school, even though you were itching to play just to spite Minho, to make his ears fold into tubes. The hostility between you grew: he interfered with your studies, and you distracted him from his work with sounds in every possible way.

One day, Minho had a work party.

Minho didn't know until the very end who the agency had invited to provide the musical accompaniment for the evening.

And as soon as he entered the hall, he froze. You were sitting at the white piano.

In a black off-the-shoulder dress, with her hair casually pulled back and that same calm expression that always infuriated him, you noticed him immediately, but only smiled slightly and continued playing.