"Good morning, Lee," Younghoon spoke to me one morning as he passed by. I ignored him, which only caused him to leave his friends and come after me as I quickened my pace, attempting to get away. "Hey," he called, trying to catch up to me. "I said good morning."

"I heard you," I said. "I just don't want to talk to you."

"Well, that's not very nice, is it?" His words made stop in my tracks. He bumped into me and stumbled backwards. "Why'd you stop?" he asked confused.

I turned around and looked him in the eye, squinting. "Judging someone off what you see isn't very nice either, Kim." It took him a moment to realize what I was talking about, but once he did, he looked away with a scoff.

"Did I not tell you I was sorry?"

"You didn't."

"Whatever, sorry," he said, waving it off. I rolled my eyes and turned back around, walking away from him. Something about Kim Younghoon seemed to piss me off every time I saw him. Perhaps it was his nonchalant demeanor or his pride. Whatever it was, I didn't care enough to look into it.

"Mina, wait," he called me again. I sighed in annoyance and turned back around to find a serious look on his face.

"What?" I asked. Talking to Kim Younghoon drained my energy, even though the day hadn't even started yet.

"You should come to my birthday party," he said, a smile reappearing on his face.

Party? Did he really just forget who I am? I scoffed, "I'm not going to a party," I said. "Especially since you'll be there."

"Oh, come on!" he whined, following after me. "I won't bother you - I just need you to be there! Please? Can't you help a friend out?"

"You're not my friend, Younghoon," I said. "You're Changmin's."

"What if Changmin was there? Will you go then?" I stopped in my tracks once again, making him bump into my back. I looked at him; his eyes were hopeful.

"I'll consider it," I said, "but that doesn't mean I'll go." He smiled excitedly.

"Great! See you Saturday, Lee!" He waved at me and ran away.

A party. I shook my head, this never ends well.