“We’re going to a party this weekend. Well, not really a party, per say, but pretty much everyone is heading over to the beach on Saturday and then a bunch of us are renting rooms at one of the hotels near there,” Tiffany informed her boyfriend one afternoon while they sat in her bedroom doing homework.

Kibum hummed in response but said nothing as he concentrated on his math work, determined to get every answer correct. The teachers were being super strict with him, just plain mean, and would publicly ridicule him in front of the entire class if he made any mistakes at all.

“Sure, Fany,” He replied absentmindedly, reaching for the pink, sparkly calculator that he was borrowing from her. Tiffany frowned and narrowed her eyes at him for not listening to what she was saying and leaned over to smack her hand down in the middle of his text book to get his attention.

“Hey, I’m trying to talk to you, ya know,” She demanded. Kibum huffed in irritation, swatting her hand away from his work and pushing her out of his face. Tiffany opened to yell at him, but before she could get a word out he clamped his hand over to stop her.

“Stop. Talking. So. Much.” He said calmly.

“You’re such an , Kibum!” Tiffany exclaimed once he removed his hand. “All I’m trying to do is plan a damn date this weekend because we haven’t been out together in God knows how long.”

Sighing loudly, Kibum flipped his book shut angrily, knowing that it was futile to do anything else when she wanted to argue with him.

“Fine then, we’ll go to the damn beach and dance around like idiots, drink spiked lemonade and sit by the fire, and I’ll admire your body in a bikini. Happy?” He replied sardonically, crossing his arms as he leaned against her bed.

Tiffany glared at him, angry that he was not taking her seriously.

She didn’t mind staying indoors all the time, either in her bedroom while her father was at work or at his creepy, empty house; occasionally the library if he felt up to it. But she was still a girl and she wanted to go out on dates, hold hands in public, and all the good stuff. So even if it made him feel uncomfortable, Tiffany decided that one night a month wasn’t going to kill him, thus deciding to use her trump card.

“You’re the worst boyfriend ever, Kibum.”

Kibum froze and his expression became blank. Tiffany smirked and did a mental victory dance knowing that she’d one this fight.

“I guess it’s too much of a hassle to break out of your little emo phase and give your girlfriend a little attention. I’m tired of not doing anything fun with you. Yeah, I know your mentally scarred for life and hate society, but if you loved me you would it up and just go to the beach with me and have a good time,” She pressed on eagerly.

Knowing that she did have a point, Kibum sighed in defeat.

“Alright, fine,” He mumbled unhappily.

Nearly squealing in delight, Tiffany began to relay the details for Saturday. Jessica would be driving them with her boyfriend, they’d all go to the beach and have fun, then later that night they’d get a room with one of their other popular friends. And all the while, he would act like a proper boyfriend and let her show him off proudly while he held her hand and whispered sweet things in her ear that would make all the other girls talk about how jealous they were that she had Kibum as a boyfriend; because if anyone had any sense at all, they would see that Kibum was still the Kibum they’d all been friends with for years and that nothing had changed at all, because he was just an amazing person who cherished friendship valuably.

Of course, that last part was only to cheer him up, and when Tiffany said it, Kibum couldn’t help but reluctantly smile.

“It’s true though,” Tiffany said later, once they’d pushed their school work to the side and sat cuddling on the floor against her pink bed. “They just don’t see it yet. Everyone is still caught up in the drama, but they will realize how wrong they’ve been to turn their backs on you and will welcome you back with open arms.”

Kibum smiled bitterly and shrugged his shoulders, laying his head against hers as she leaned into his embrace. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he couldn’t help but think the way their bodies molded together and the warmth spread between them like ice being melted away by the sizzling sun was the way things were supposed to be, that they were meant to fit together li