As I plopped down on my bed, I heard a vibration from my bedside table. I reached for my handphone and it says that I've just received a message from Ji Yong. What does he want? It's so late already and he rarely texts me. I tapped 'open' on my phone screen and a picture appeared. What the-- when was this taken? I wondered, regaining my composure after a slight surprise upon seeing the picture.

Ji Yong had sent me a picture of both Seung Hyun and I. It's a picture of me looking in front, while Seung Hyun was trying to tie my hair from behind, looking focused and gentle, as if trying hard as hell to not pull on my strands of hair. Below the picture, there's a message: "Present! Hope you enjoy your Valentine's Day, noona! ^^" Trying to sound annoyed, I replied, "How is this a present?! It's late! Go to sleep!"

I don't know how long was I staring at the picture. All I know is that the more I look at it, the more I feel my heart swell. We looked so-- comfortable. What are you doing to me, Choi Seung Hyun? What's the meaning of all of this gestures? If you like me, you're doing a bad job at showing it. If you don't like me, you're also doing a bad job at showing it.

Do you like me, Choi Seung Hyun? Because I think I like you.

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(Seung Hyun's POV)

"Hyung, lend me your phone for a while," Ji Yong said to me as I got out of the bathroom. Drying my hair with a towel, I asked, "Why?"

"I wanna send you a picture. I'll just Bump my phone with yours, it's easier. Come on," he said while extending his arm, showing his wide open palm.

"What picture?" I asked as I grabbed my phone from the top of the fridge and throw it to Ji Yong. Curiosity fills me now. After a few minutes, he gave back my phone, grinning at me. Weirded out, I asked him, "What's with that smile?"

I made a few taps on my phone and I stop at a picture. Surprised, I asked, "Wh- When did you take this?"

"The other day when we were at nuna's house." I stared at the picture. She looked so pretty here. I know she was annoyed at that time when I tried to tie her hair. But I insisted. If a stranger takes a look at this picture, they would think that we're a couple and it's normal that I tie her hair like this. But it's unusual for me to do that since it was my first time but I looked pretty comfortable doing it- like it was the most natural thing to do. Unknowingly, I smiled as I stared at the picture.

"Nuna's pretty, right?"

"Yeah," I said without thinking. Oh . Did I just say it out loud? Upon realizing I've admitted it to Ji Yong, I tried to salvage the remaining pride I have.

"I mean-- she's-- well-- not thaaat bad looking or something-- I--"

Ji Yong chuckled. "It's okay, hyung. It's been a long time since I see that look on your face."

"What look?" What is he going on about?

"That I'm-so-in-love-with-this-girl look."

"What?! I don't have that--"

"You do. It's so obvious like, it's literally written on your forehead." This kid really knows me well. Does he observe people all the time? How can he tell? Finally giving in, I asked sheepishly, "Is it that obvious?" Ji Yong laughed even harder.

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"Hey, can I turn on the computer? I'm so bored."

The boys are gathered at Seung Hyun's apartment. I joined them because Young Bae was nagging me when I declined at first. I finally gave in when I couldn't stand him whining anymore. I regretted my decision now because no one is doing anything and everyone's just minding their own business. I mean, what's the point of asking me to come over?!

"Yeah sure." I turn the switch on and practically spaced out while waiting for it to come alive. Out of habit, I went on to check my emails and logging in to my Facebook account. Hmm, nothing interesting. The timeline's pretty slow. Maybe everyone's out celebrating Valentine's Day. And here I am, at a bunch of guys' house, surfing the net. Way to go, Audrey. Can you feel my excitement? God.

I go to the official website of John Green and check again for the availability of his books in limited edition. I browsed through the we