Jung Wooseok

You're walking through the company hall. It's late and everyone has gone home for the day. The sheer terror that washed over you when Wooseok walked out of a practice room had you doubled against the wall, out of breath. "Jesus! You scared the hell out of me!" You lay your head against the wall, "I thought everyone left already! I didn't even hear you." "Sorry," He says simply, hand still on the door knob. "Your song sounded nice," he adds, gesturing towards the recording room you just came from. You eye him, then mutter, "Thanks." As you're about to stand up, he holds a hand out to you. You stare at it, then pick yourself up. He drops it back to his side with an annoyed sigh. "Why do you do that?" He huffs "Do what?" Your eyebrows furrow. He rolls his eyes, "Blow me off all the time." "I don't know what you mean," you answer. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the practice room before you can react. "This is getting ridiculous. What's your problem with me?" He's mad.

There's been a misunderstanding for years between you and Wooseok. You're both convinced the other disliked you. As a result, you've both been rather short and cold to each other, only exchanging pleasantries when necessary or to it from causing problems for others. Originally, you had liked Wooseok very much. You thought he was very charming and cute, you had a bit of a crush on him, so you were rather bitter and stand off-ish when it came to him now. On an accident encounter late at night, having had enough of the irritating relationship you two had developed, he pulls you aside and confronts you about it. He wants to understand what he did to make you hate him. By the end of it, your relationship takes a very new turn that neither of you were expecting.