If it were a romantic movie Dara would have sighed dreamily up into Heechul's face as he was slowly lowering Dara down to her feet. The sweet minty warmth of their intermingling breaths enticing them to get closer to each other. The two of them would stare deeply into each others' eyes while the rest of the world melted away leaving them both inside their little warm bubble of surreal reality. But real life was not a romantic movie and Dara was anything but a graceful heroine.

So as the cheers and yells started to die down, Dara's whirling senses started to come down to earth and her myopic eyes have now zeroed in on her archenemy. She found out that she did not exactly appreciate the up close and personal sight of the guy's seemingly poreless skin.

For a second the crowd went silent as they watched the disgust start to show on Dara's face, followed by the reflex recoil and automatic rebound of her head. As her forehead connected viciously with Heechul's face a collective gasp came from the crowd. The next thing Dara knew was that her hurt and she was sprawled on the stage floor. She looked up to see a trail of red trickle from Heechul's lips.

Oops! She gave him a peace sign in apology. Heechul's face had grown serious as he swiped a finger to wipe the blood off from his bruised lips. Dara started to shimmy away from him knowing that he would most probably retaliate but the unexpected amused lift that was soon seen on the corners of Heechul's lips