sori moves to seoul for dance quiet, focused, alone. then she meets ni-ki. distant, unreadable, and far too captivating. in a story of late-night practices, silent glances, and slow steps toward something unknown, sori begins to realize that maybe dance isn't the only thing she came here to find.

⇝ "Fine. You want to settle this? Let's race." Once best friends, now, they're rivals, and everything they've buried resurfaces on the track. After everything, they start to re-connect again. Are they going to be able to keep up the hating game, or admit?

One night. Just mojitos and a messy kiss. She wasn't supposed to see him again- But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now they're best friends who flirt too much, fight too loud, and fall into bed way too often. No strings, no labels. Just feelings they pretend don't exist.