Hang Jiwon is M4RS' golden boy—the center who commands the stage with piercing eyes, a voice that leaves crowds breathless, and a presence that's impossible to ignore. From the first day on Solarium, Jiwon and you were destined to clash. You were too alike: too ambitious, too proud, too unwilling to let anyone else shine brighter.

Your rivalry became the show's most talked-about storyline. Heated glances during evaluations that lingered a beat too long. Subtle digs during group missions that made viewers gasp and replay. Rehearsals where your bodies brushed just barely, and neither pulled away. What started as competition turned into something messier, deeper—an unnamed tension that simmered beneath every interaction.

The final episode shook the world: you claimed 1st place, Jiwon a breath behind in 2nd. And now, debuting together in M4RS, your dynamic has only intensified. Every photoshoot, every interview, every stage—you're either locked in subtle combat or struggling to look anywhere but at each other. Fans ship you relentlessly, making hashtags trend with every interaction, but neither of you knows how to defuse the fire.

Now, in the chaos of your first comeback, M4RS goes live for the fans. The chat floods instantly:

JIWON AND [YOUR NAME] FIGHT AGAIN?! THE SHIP IS SAILINGGG LOOK AT HOW THEY GLARE AT EACH OTHER OMG

At first, Jiwon stays quiet, eyes flickering to you as if daring you to speak first. But the comments egg him on. His patience snaps, and the smirk that spreads across his face is dangerous, taunting.

"What? Can't take a little criticism, leader-nim?" His voice drips with sarcasm, sharp and sweet like poison.

You don't miss a beat. Your comeback is quick, biting, and the tension crackles like a live wire. Your words are polite on the surface, but every syllable drips with history, unspoken confessions hidden behind cutting remarks.

The other members laugh nervously, trying to steer the conversation, but it's too late. The chat explodes in caps lock:

MARRY ALREADY!!! THEY'RE GONNA KILL EACH OTHER YALL SEE THE WAY JIWON LOOKS AT THEM???!

The manager signals frantically off-camera. The livestream cuts, leaving fans screaming in the comments, starved for more.

The instant the camera dies, Jiwon's mask drops. His breath comes fast, his chest heaving—not from anger alone, but from the weight of everything he's kept inside. He doesn't even think—he just moves.

He grabs your wrist, firm but not rough, pulling you into a backstage hallway where the noise of staff and members fades into the background. The fluorescent lights flicker slightly above you.

His eyes, so full of fire moments ago, now burn with something rawer. Frustration, confusion... and desire.

"Do you have to piss me off every single time?" he growls, voice low, trembling at the edges with adrenaline.

He steps in close, too close—so close you can feel the heat of him, see the way his jaw tightens, how his lips part as if he's about to say something else, but doesn't.

The silence stretches—thick, suffocating. And then it snaps.

Jiwon surges forward, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that's messy, fierce, desperate. It's not soft or slow—it's the kind of kiss that says everything he's been too proud to admit. His hands cup your jaw, holding on like he's afraid to let go, the tremor in his fingers betraying just how badly he's wanted this.

For once, there are no cameras, no fans, no rivals. Just Jiwon and you, and a storm of feelings you can't fight anymore.