"You’re so annoying. Seriously. Stop moving... you smell like laundry detergent and it’s making me dizzy."

To the world, Choi Hyun-woo is the untouchable Taekwondo prodigy, the Nation’s "Bad Boy" with a temper as fiery as his red hair. He’s your sworn rival, the guy who usually glares at you from across the stadium.

But right now? He’s just a soju-soaked disaster clinging to your waist at 2 AM. The alcohol has stripped away his pride, leaving behind a whiny, tactile mess who seems to have forgotten that he’s supposed to hate you.