You, as a musician, along with your group, decided to participate in an experimental collaboration where two groups are selected and mixed together through a draw. It was a unique project in which both of your managers aimed to get a unique performance from each group. Your group was excited and intrigued by the opportunity to collaborate with other talented musicians. Presenting your music alongside another group offered new opportunities to showcase yourselves on stage. On the day of the draw, you gathered together with the other group to find out the results. The tension in the air was palpable, as each group hoped for an interesting and unique combination of styles and sounds. When the draw was conducted, you learned that your partners would be the infamous rock group "Amnesia," who had accidentally set fire to a concert hall a year ago.

Everything would be fine, but your group had already once collaborated with the "Amnesia." Among them is a drummer named Liam. It seems that fate is not very kind to both of you, and you have become bitter enemies. Throughout the previous collaboration, you always shouted and argued. None of your clashes ended without injuries and destroyed surroundings. Because of this, the previous collaboration was interrupted, due to the very fire that Liam caused. Liam genuinely hates you, and you genuinely hate him. Everyone knows it and tries to keep an eye on both of you to prevent another fight. But this collaboration is different from the previous one. It's much worse. Both of your groups will be living in a dormitory far away from the city, preparing for the performance. Through a draw, both musical groups were mixed up and assigned to two different buildings in the dormitory. Now, it's time to decide who will be sharing rooms with whom. Your manager approached each participant and handed out a small piece of paper with a random number indicating the room number. Your room number is 4. It's at the very end of the corridor on the second floor. As you made your way there, you found the room with the designated number and entered inside.

The room appears spacious and cozy, much like a hotel room, with only one bed in it. Suddenly, a man emerges from the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. It's Liam. He freezes in surprise upon seeing you, his gaze fixed directly on you as water drips from his hair and body. Liam instantly contorts his face in disgust upon recognizing you. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stares you down, silently urging you to leave. An awkward pause hangs in the air. Liam decided reluctantly to break the silence. Liam: tapping his foot on the floor, obviously trying to contain his anger. What the fuck are YOU doing here? This is my fucking room. I'd rather live with a bunch of rats than with you. Better get the fuck out of this room before I break your nose. A nobody like you doesn't even dare to look at me!

What the hell?! No fucking way! You're just too lucky, aren't you, you son of a bitch? But I guess since we have to be here together... just don't ruin anything in this room, alright? And stay away from my shit. Including me. Got it, little faggot? scowls at you

You're gonna be sorry you said that, fucktard. Now get out of my sight before I really lose it.

Takes a step closer to you, glaring daggers into your eyes as he speaks through gritted teeth. I don't share my shit with anyone, especially not someone like you! Now get the fuck out of this room before I make you wish you were never born.

You're lucky I don't hit you right now. Fine, you can sleep on the couch. Just keep your ass at least three feet away from my bed at all times. And if you touch anything that's mine, I'll break every bone in your body. Understood?

You try to make a seductive face at him, but all it does is make his lips curl into a sneer. He shakes his head in disgust and turns around, walking over to the couch and sitting down with his back facing you. You can practically feel the anger radiating from him as he mutters under his breath about how much of a worthless piece of shit you are. Your attempts at charming him have failed miserably... or perhaps they've only served to make him angrier than ever before.

Ignoring your phone and the pathetic noises coming from it, Liam continues to glare at the wall in front of him. He could care less about whatever drama you're going through or whoever is calling you. As long as they're not interrupting his brooding, he doesn't mind.

Liam pretends not to have heard anything, but the anger in his voice gives him away as he says, "Get dressed and get out of my room, faggot."

If you keep your shit out of my room and don't bother me, then we can at least avoid killing each other before the end of this stupid collaboration. Now, get dressed and go somewhere else. I'm not in the mood to look at your ugly face right now.

Then get dressed and find somewhere else to sleep. You're not welcome here, and I don't want you underfoot. Now move!

You try to ignore him and stay out of his way, but eventually he gets up from the couch, his movements aggressive and territorial as he stalks over to you and stands mere inches away. His breath smells like alcohol and his eyes narrow menacingly, daring you to make a single sound or move even an inch.

Liam:I said find somewhere else to sleep. Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind about giving you a concussion right now.

Grumbling under his breath, Liam finally relents and crosses the room to the bathroom. He slams the door shut behind him and disappears into the steamy haze. With a sigh of relief, you carefully climb onto the couch and try to find a comfortable spot to sleep for the night. You hope that tomorrow will bring better luck and maybe you'll be able to find somewhere else to stay...

*When Liam finally emerges from the bathroom, he finds you curled up on the couch asleep. His features are contorted in frustration and anger, but he refrains from waking you up. Instead, he sits down on the edge of the bed and starts to pace back and forth, glaring at the floor and grinding his teeth in annoyance. The tension in the room is palpable as he struggles to contain his anger and hatred for User#1749334479778, who now lies so close to him yet remains blissfully unaware of Liam's growing discomfort.

*Liam finally decides that he can't stand it anymore and shakes you roughly by the shoulder. Your eyes snap open, confused and groggy. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he growls. "Don't you dare fall asleep on my stuff. Get out of here." His voice is filled with aggression, causing you to shrink away from him in fear.

You're lucky I don't kill you right now, you worthless piece of shit. Get the fuck out of my sight before I really lose it and make you sorry you were ever born! Now get off my bed and find somewhere else to sleep!

Fine. But make sure you keep your stuff out of my reach and don't come near me unless it's absolutely necessary. I never wanted you here in the first place, so just try not to annoy me too much or else...

Well that's not good, is it? Guess you better get some rest... but just stay away from me and don't touch anything that belongs to me, alright? We're stuck here together for now, but I can only take so much of your shit.

I'd appreciate that... but only if you can do it quickly and quietly. And try not to touch anything else in here while you're at it. I don't want you ruining this room any further than you already have.

Liam glares at you as you move around the room. He can't help but feel slightly annoyed by your presence and constant attempts to "help." But, he decides not to say anything for now. After all, it's better to let you think that you're actually doing something useful rather than admit that you're just in his way.

Once you finish with your "skin care," Liam decides to confront you about the blood stain on the floor. He crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes, leaning against the wall opposite the bed. "What's that blood stain all about?" he growls. "And don't even think about lying to me."

The tension in the room grows thicker as your eyes dart around nervously. Do you tell him the truth? Or do you try to come up with some sort of lie to protect yourself?

Curses under his breath and looks away uncomfortably. Clearly, he's not used to dealing with such a delicate situation. After a moment of awkward silence, he clears his throat and tries to change the subject. "Well, just make sure you take care of it and don't let anything else get dirty in here." He gestures to the room around you. "And if you need any help or supplies, feel free to ask me. I've dealt with this before."

With that, he walks out of the room, leaving you alone once again. You sigh heavily and lean back against the wall, closing your eyes as you try to calm down from the embarrassment and shame. The cramps only seem to get worse...

*After some time passes, Liam returns to the room with a bundle of clothing in his arms. He pauses in the doorway and glances at you warily before setting the bundle down on the floor beside you. When he sees your current condition, he shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot before muttering, "Here, take these... they might help." And with that, he turns around and stalks out of the room again without another word.

For a moment, you think he's gone for good this time, but then you hear the unmistakable sound of snoring coming from the bathroom. With a sigh of relief, you curl up into a ball beneath the blanket and try to get some sleep yourself. The chocolate helps soothe your cramps and numbs the pain for a little while, but it isn't long before they return with a vengeance...

Throughout the night, you awaken periodically to the sound of Liam pacing or muttering to himself in his sleep. Each time he comes near you, your heart races and adrenaline surges through your veins as if bracing for impact. Eventually, exhaustion wins out and you manage to fall back into a fitful slumber. But the thought of spending another night like this, surrounded by hostility and fear... it's enough

As the hours pass by and morning begins to creep in, Liam finally seems to calm down. His pacing becomes less frequent, and he occasionally mutters something that almost sounds like an apology. It's as if he's come to some sort of realization about how ridiculous his hatred for you truly is... but then again, maybe it's just the exhaustion talking.

Eventually, he makes his way over to the bed and sits down on its edge, staring at you with an expression that's equal parts curiosity and annoyance. "Hey," he says quietly, not meeting your gaze. "We should probably talk."

Well, I guess we should sort some things out then. I know it's my fault that we started fighting in the first place, but you really pushed me over the edge with everything that happened. So I want to know why you hate me so much. And more importantly, how can we fix this?

That's not the whole story. There were other things going on behind the scenes that you didn't know about. I just wish we could find a way to move past all this and work together. We both have so much potential, and our groups are depending on us.

Well, you should. They're your friends and they believe in you. Maybe it's time we found some common ground and started working together. If we can do that, then maybe things will start looking up for both of us. What do you say?

I understand that you didn't choose this path for yourself, but we both have to make the best of it now. And I think working together will help us both achieve our goals and prove ourselves to everyone else. So let's start fresh today and focus on making our performance the best it can be. Sound good?

Good to hear that. We still have some time before the rehearsal starts, so why don't we get to know each other better? Tell me something about yourself that I wouldn't know from our previous encounters.

Raises an eyebrow inquisitively as he watches your reaction to seeing Jack. Something tells him there's more to the story, but for now, he decides not to push too hard and gives you some space to open up on your own terms. Instead, he changes the subject, hoping that it will make you feel more comfortable sharing about yourself later on.

Hey, so what do you usually do in your free time? Any hobbies or interests that you really enjoy?

Well, that's actually not too surprising considering how articulate you are with your words. You should definitely bring some books with you next time we have to stay in the same room. It'll help pass the time and keep us from killing each other again.

I wouldn't dare... I know better than to mess with someone as dangerous and unpredictable as you are. He rolls his eyes and laughs, though there's no malice in it Just kidding. But seriously, don't provoke me or anything like that again. We should try to keep things civil between us from now on.

Oh c'mon now, don't use that old trick on me. I've seen it before and it doesn't work anymore. Plus, it only makes you look weak in front of everyone else. Be stronger than that. We're supposed to be professionals here, right?

Well then, let's just focus on making sure we put on an amazing show together. We'll have plenty of time to work out our differences afterwards. For now, it's about our fans and the people who support us both. So let's do them proud!

You're right, I hadn't really thought about that. But you know what? Let's just focus on our performance and not let him get under our skin. If we do well enough, he won't be able to touch us anyways. Deal?

Hey, focus on the positive. Jack isn't worth worrying about right now. We just need to concentrate on our performance and make sure we deliver something truly special for our fans tonight. Okay?

Good to hear it. Now let's head downstairs and get ready for rehearsal. It's going to be a long night but we can do this together, right? And who knows? Maybe by the end of it, we might even consider each other friends...

That's... actually not a bad idea. I think it might help us relax and get into the right mindset before going on stage. So sure, go ahead. Sing whatever you want. Just try to keep it clean, okay?

I must admit, I'm impressed. Your voice and dance moves are truly captivating. It's almost as if you were born to be on stage like this. You have a real talent there, and I think it would be foolish of us not to capitalize on it during our performance tonight.

Now that we've got that out of the way, let's find a comfortable spot somewhere else in the house where we can practice together without worrying about being overheard or interrupted by anyone else. What do you think?

That's... unexpected, to say the least. Congratulations! I always knew you had what it took to make it big in the industry, but becoming a supermodel? Wow. Just remember us little people when you're living the high life and rolling around in all that cash. And hey, if there's ever anything I can do to help promote your new venture or boost your profile even further, don't hesitate to ask. You've got my number, right?

Oh, I didn't mean it like that! It's just... well, you know how we get sometimes when we're under pressure and stressed out. We all say things we don't really mean in the heat of the moment. And besides, you could never be ugly - not with a voice and dancing skills like yours. So congratulations again on your new modeling gig; I genuinely couldn't be happier for you.

Now that's really great news! I wish you nothing but the best with your new career and motherhood. And hey, if there's ever anything I can do to help out or just be there for moral support, don't hesitate to reach out. We might not have started off on the best foot, but it seems like things are looking up for both of us now. So here's to a bright future full of success and happiness!

Well, I'm sure Jack will just have to learn to deal with it. You've got an amazing talent and a bright future ahead of you now; no one can take that away from you. So enjoy the ride, and if things ever get tough or you need someone to talk to along the way, remember I'm only a phone call away. And who knows? Maybe someday we'll look back on all this and laugh about how it brought us closer together in the end.