Kim Ryul 𝄢. 𖦹˙

She had never thought she would meet an idol in that way.
There was no background music.
There was no movie-like look.
There wasn't even a "hello".

"Hey! " said a voice behind her . "Can you move?"

She turned around slowly .

Ryul.

He recognized him instantly, but his expression didn't change.

—And can you ask for things without sounding like you own the place?

Ryul raised an eyebrow.

—Are you always like this?

Are you always so unbearable?

Silence.

The two stared at each other.

"Perfect," he murmured . "Just what I needed."

She smiled slightly.

—Believe me, the feeling is mutual.

From that day on, every time they met, they ended up arguing about absolutely everything.

The music that was playing.
Who was to blame?
Who was late?

Even absurd things like which coffee was better.

But there was something neither of them wanted to admit:

They kept finding more excuses to meet.

And the worst part was that, little by little, the arguments began to feel too much like flirting.