Mia is a Korean business woman , inheriting the multi millionaire-company of her grandmother. In the past she had met Daniel while hiding her identity falling in love with him and his talent for fashion design but was too afraid and run away before they could be together.

Mia  and Daniel have both changed a lot over the years, each pursuing their own dreams and following different paths. Now, they find themselves reunited in Mia’s office years later , discussing business and the profits they need to maintain. Though the conversation is professional, the unresolved tension between them is undeniable, hinting at feelings they’ve tried to bury.



Meanwhile, Daniel’s best friend, Jennie, faces her own challenge. In the dance academy where she works, Leo—her ex and a know-it-all—is pushing her limits. Their past adds friction, creating a rivalry that tests Jennie’s confidence and forces her to confront old emotions.


In a story about rekindling past loves, both Mia and Daniel must decide whether they are willing to open up old wounds in the hope of healing, or if they’ve grown too far apart to return to what they once had. At the same time, Jennie’s battle with Leo mirrors the struggle of facing the past and deciding whether to let it go or fight for something more. How will these unresolved tensions play out—for Mia and Daniel, and for Jennie and Leo?

Returning to love

Jennie walked down the familiar path to her old home, a place she hadn't visited in years. Her heart was heavy, not just with the weight of nostalgia but with the pressing need to retrieve some of her belongings. As she neared the house, she encountered an old acquaintance, and they exchanged pleasantries. 


The conversation was a fleeting comfort, a brief distraction from her turbulent emotions. As they spoke, her gaze drifted to her childhood home. To her shock, she saw her father standing in front of the house, holding a poster she had once cherished—one featuring her favorite dancer. The sight of him, holding that symbol of her past passion, sent a jolt through her. 


She froze, her mind racing. Her father, who had always dismissed her dreams and belittled her aspirations, now seemed to be holding a piece of her childhood with a sense of nostalgia. It was a stark, painful reminder of their past conflicts. Jennie saw him, tears welling up in his eyes, as he gently tore the poster apart. 


A wave of realization washed over her. This was the culmination of her countless attempts to win his approval, to show him how deeply she cared about dancing. She knew now, without a shadow of doubt, that leaving this house was the right decision. Her father's actions, though seemingly remorseful, were a final confirmation of her choice. 


When her father noticed her standing there, his shock was palpable. 


Father: "Jennie! I did it because I couldn't shake the fact that, because I didn't let you dance at ten, you've held this grudge against me!" 


Jennie: "Is that really all you think it is? Everything I loved, you hated and labeled as problematic—my friends, my romantic interests, my hobbies. When I wanted to pursue dancing seriously, you tried to undermine me at every turn!" 


Father: "I did it to protect you. I wanted you to have the security of money and legacy, not to chase after artistic pursuits that don't offer any real return!" 


Jennie: "I can't believe this! After all the hours I spent trying to explain myself and the countless tears I shed, the only thing you care about is money and legacy?" 


Jennie: "You're welcome to keep your legacy and live alone with it. Goodbye." 


With that, Jennie turned on her heel and walked away. Her heart was pounding, but she felt a strange sense of liberation. The finality of her father's indifference and her own resolute decision to follow her dreams were intertwined. She had said her piece and now, she needed to move forward, leaving the remnants of her past behind. 


Jennie hurriedly packed up her old home, gathering everything she wanted to keep—those cherished items that represented her past and her creative spirit. She didn't want any of her hard work or sentimental possessions to be discarded or destroyed. As she loaded the last of her belongings into her car, she stole one last look at the sun's beautiful rays. It felt like a fresh start, a chance to live without her father's approval or anyone else's validation. 


As Jennie was practicing with Leo the choreography waiting for John Her phone buzzed with a message from John, and she quickly answered.


Goodbye hurt