Heo Youngji and Song Minho first met on a music video shoot set. Neither of them played very important parts in the shoot. Youngji was merely a back-up dancer and Minho co-produced the song through his connections as an underground rapper. Their first meeting wasn’t love at first sight, but there was attraction. Both were silly and weird in their own way, which is exactly what kept them together. Somewhere along the lines of all the late night conversations, talking about their passions and day, the two fell in love.   Just when they thought they were inseparable, life happens and decisions were made.     “Minho-ya, concentrate, will you?” Jiho snapped his fingers in front of the distracted producer.   Minho looked up with a distressed look, “Sorry, Youngji hasn’t answered my texts all day.”   “I’m sure she’s busy practicing. We only have this recording booth for a few more hours.”   Minho took off his snapback and ran his fingers through his hair, nodding, “You’re right. Sorry, man.” He put his phone down and glanced at it once before going back to making mixes.    Jiho quickly patted Minho on the back as small comfort, “Listen to this. I think this is a better back beat.”     -     “Yah, Heo Youngji!” Jackson squeezed through the crowd of people.   “Jackson!” Youngji said surprised. She was almost lining up for security check when she heard his scolding from a far.   Jackson grabbed her wrist before giving himself a chance to catch his breath.   Youngji wiped his light sweat with the end of her sleeve   “, where do you think you’re going?” Jackson looked down at the ticket in her hand which she quickly hides behind her back.   “Don’t you have fencing practice? If keep skipping, you’re gonna start losing muscle on your good arm.” she teased.   “Sure, lets just play this bickering game until the end.” Jackson mumbled. He shook his head and wore a serious expression, “Wher