It was really laughable. The idea that Jeon Wonwoo had a nemesis. And yet there it was. The clear proof that all his life, like a nagging dull ache, Kwon Soonyoung had stepped all over his plans without ever really acknowledging him. And maybe it was wrong for Wonwoo to seek him out but all he wanted was answers at first. He had never imagined they would stand opposite each other, fingers on triggers, his death in his nemesis’s hands and vice-versa.

“Soon, you sure you’ll stay for a while?” Junhui asked as he slung his bag over his shoulder. “It’s getting late.” Soonyoung sighed as he looked at the other with envy. “Yeah, I really need to finish this dance routine. I have classes tomorrow.” Junhui clapped him at the back encouragingly. “Don’t worry. You just have to clear your mind. This is your forte. Stay strong.” Soonyoung gave a weak smile. “Okay. Thanks, Jun.” “Always welcome.” Junhui gave him a doubl