Backstage at a concert, tensions explode as Wonbin navigates a web of jealousy involving Yujin and Rei. Forced to make a split-second choice during a chaotic moment, he unwittingly sets off a chain of irreversible events.

Wonbin peels back the curtain on a secret society controlling the industry, learning the terrifying cost of fame and the brutal hierarchy governing the idols he knows.

On the eve of the Blackjack Auction, Yujin and Wonbin share a desperate, drug-fueled night of intimacy involving Rei. They prepare to infiltrate the event of the century disguised as billionaires, knowing they might not make it out alive.

The day gets spent in as many places as possible that don't involve the apartment.

Armed with incriminating evidence, Wonbin faces a devastating moral dilemma. He must decide whether to expose the twisted truth behind Wonyoung’s double life or become an accomplice to her destruction.

The birthday duo celebrates in a different type of way.

After a drunken night at a new nightclub, you indulge in more than just alcohol.

The discovery of a mysterious "black heart" admirer and a compromising video shatters Wonbin's trust, revealing a dark underbelly of manipulation surrounding Wonyoung.

With Yujin busy with exams, the apartment becomes off-limits—so Wonyoung needs a brand new place for her own "studying".

Wonbin struggles to define his place in Wonyoung’s chaotic life as the physical intensity of their relationship ramps up. Meanwhile, the dark reality of the idol industry begins to cast a shadow over their secret romance.

Winter break is here, and Yujin plans to take full advantage of the time off by keeping your full attention on her.

Despair takes hold as the fallout from the secrets isolates Wonbin, forcing him to confront the dark reality of Wonyoung's double life and his own helplessness.

You move into the new apartment in Hannam with Heejin. That same night, you take your first job, recommended by Sunmi.

It's almost Christmas, and Wonyoung is as needy as ever.

The best Christmas present isn't under the tree—it's in your bed.