|Enemies into lovers| Sports| Badass| "If my hate could turn you on so much, just imagine what my love would do, baby." Taehyung harshly grasped her jaw, forcing her to look into his bluish-grey eyes that were swirling in resentment and enmity. His veiny arm snaked around her waist and he roughly plucked her body into him, so hard that she could feel all his muscles sculpted under the silk fabric of his shirt. "We don't have to like each other to fuck, you know? I can fill you in well, deep, so fucking deep that you will feel it up in your stomach, Dalia." Dalia tried to push him away. "Go and fuck yourself, bastard. You will never have me." . . We all are slaves of our past. For some, their past is a beautiful butterfly, and for some, it's a disastrous snake. In Kim Taehyung and Han Dalia's case, it was the latter. When the figure ice skater and the football champion fell in hate at first sight, none of them thought that the game of feeling fused with the sparks would lead to something they never fantasize about.