Minho POV     Choi Minho. 19 years old. Incheon Boy. Big eyes.    Soccerholic. Like Slamdunk comic, and never read romantic ones. Never like cute things except puppy. Ramen mania.   Girl type : long hair,nice,feminine   If I see a girl for the first time, I will know for sure she’s my ideal type or not.   But today…   Someone ruined it.   I am not kind of a romantic type person. I never like poet because I am in it. But because of this person I suddenly want to make one.         Eyes, eddy the fox  Lip, pikachu Nose, pororo  Cheek, poo I wonder who creates you Make me fall like a crumpled piece of paper          Today is a valentine day. Honestly, I am quite popular in my school. A lot of girls’re fanning me since I am the ace of our soccer club. But that’s until this certain Jonghyun guy claimed himself as single again after breaking up with one of our highschool’s goddess Shin Sekyung then stole a lot of my fans just the day before valentine.   But still I should have gotton chocolates from the remained fans, shouldn’t I? But I get nothing today. Why? It’s because this certain Jonghyun again spread rumour about me dating my bestfriend Key. Aish, that damn Jonghyun, he should play fair with me.    After knowing about that, Key only laughed at me. I begged him to help me to clear this rumour, but he said ‘Let it be. We will graduate soon. There’s nothing to do with those girl. Is valentine chocolate really that important?’ Ckh. He could say that because he still managed to get a lot of valentine’s chocolates from girls and even boys. It’s strange, why I get nothing?   So after school, on my way to go back home, I pass a small park lazily and still depressed because how unlucky I am not getting any chocolates.   For me, chocolates = measure of popularity   So when I see a person want to dump a handmade chocolate (Hello, it’s a handmade!!!!) right in front of me, I can’t help but yell at that person to not throwing the chocolate because it hurt my pride.   “No!!! Wait, wait, wait…. That box is a valentine’s chocolate, right? Is that a handmade? Why do you want to dump it?”   He stops then turns to face me. I hold my breath. Unnerved. I loss words. If I could make a poet. It would be like this…       It feels like when seeing my name On the main player list board Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful         “Do you want it?”   I don’t answer for a moment as being astounded with his soothing voice. It sound like a winning whistle to me.    “Excuse me?”   This time I finally wake up from day dreaming “Uh, I just think it’s not good to dump a chocolate which someone specially made for you”   He chuckles “I am the one who made it. The person who should get this rejected me”   “Oh… I am sorry” I notice his eyes are a bit moist. Probably crying before.    “It’s okay” he says then turns around and tries to throw the chocholate again.   “No, do-don’t!!” I say without thinking. Maybe seeing that scene really hurt my pride as a man who receive nothing at valentine day.   He glances at me. I scratch my hair “Um, um can I have a taste? If you don’t mi-mind”           Sungmin POV       Seeing those eyes feel like a bright sunshine a passion of