/Bell Rings/

Throughout the whole of that lesson I couldn't stop smiling. I bet if anyone saw me they would've come to the conclusion that I had either just had botox or had escaped from a mental institute, but who cares?! I was just so unexplainably happy that Jiyong had accepted my apology. All hail coffee! Coffee fixes everything!

I was still smiling like a crazy lady as I packed up my stuff. 'Hmmm, why don't I ask Jiyong if he wants to join us for lunch?' My smile widened further at the thought - if that was even physically possible.

"Hey Jiyong, want to join me and CL for lun--" I turned around to see that he wasn't beside me. Eh?! My eyes quickly scanned the room. I spotted the back of his jacket as he walked out of the door. I quickly threw my bag on my shoulder and speed walked towards the door.

"HEY! Jiyong!" I called as I exited the door and tried to catch up to him. Thankfully he heard me and paused in the hallway, but didn't turn around to face me. Huh?

I finally caught up to him and stood in front of him beaming. "Come and join CL and I for lunch today!" I stated as I turned around and headed towards the cafeteria expecting him to follow me.

"I'm so glad that you de--" I stopped mid sentence and frowned. Eh? I turned around to see him still stood in the same spot I had left him, but this time his arms were crossed over his chest.

I backtracked and stood in front of him again. I waved my hands in front of his face, "Hellooooo! Earth to Jiyong! Did you hear me? Come on let's go to the Cafeteria!"

"Who said I had forgiven you?" Jiyong replied shortly, his eyes glaring down at me. WAAAAHT?! He hadn't forgiven me?! So all this time I was deluding myself and giving myself mental pats on the back for nothing?! But.. I thought..

"But... But... I thought you had already forgiven me! You accepted my coffee!" I protested.

"Just because I drank your coffee doesn't mean I've forgiven you. Did you hear me say 'I forgive you?' Besides, I took your coffee, not the one you bought for me. That's totally different." he broke his glare temporarily to roll his eyes at me, as if I was the stupidest human being in the whole world that wasn't capable of understanding the concept of forgiveness.

My jaw dropped as I gaped at him. You've got to be kidding me! Him drinking my coffee is just as good as him taking the one I'd bought for him! Did it really matter?! They were the exact same drinks! My gosh there's something wrong with his head. Seriously. Plus, he'd just as good as accepted my apology the minute he took a sip of my drink!

"You drank my drink! That's just as good as saying you accept my apology!" I refuted as I looked at him in disbelief.

He just shook his head at me before reply with a simple "Nope!" popping the 'p' loudly as he said it.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Fine! I've already apologised. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to apologise again? Well I'm sorry. Would you please forgive me now?!" I shouted in exasperation, my arms flailing to illustrate my frustration.

"Hmmmmm..." he hummed as his eyes flickered to the ceiling, as he his chin in thought. Oh no. He's thinking. The world is going to end with whatever weird plan that he concocts.

A smirk graced his face as his eyes met mine again. Oh no. I don't like the look in his eyes. No. Just No. No to whatever he says! I can already tell I won't like it! Just look at the mischief in his eyes! Nuh-Uh!

"What do I want you to do huh..." he trailed off again, his eyes twinkling.

No! I take it all back! Why did I have to open my big mouth?! You know what. Screw this mission! ABORT MISSION! I SAID ABORT MISSION!

"Call me Oppa!" he demanded, a wide smile spreading across his face in satisfaction, as he crossed his arms over his chest again. My eyes widened. Nooooooooooooooo! Never! You can't make me!

"ANDWAE!" I blurted loudly, wide eyed. His smile dropped to a scowl as his eyes narrowed.

"You said you would do what I wanted!" he accused.

"I didn't mean it! Why would I call you Oppa? I stick by what I said! Why are you so fixated on that anyway?!" I snapped back at him. I honestly don't understand why he was so fixated on this 'Call me Oppa' business. I mean seriously! Ever since we met, he was constantly trying to get me to call him Oppa. Not once in the 7 years I had known him had I ever called him Oppa. It was an achievement I was so proud of, and I wasn't about ready to drop the 'O' word and ruin my streak. Besides it was one of the very few things that no matter how much he whined to his Omma, he couldn't get. *insert evil laugh here* "Come on Jiyong! Stop being so childish and just accept my apology so we can go eat lunch!" I finished off in frustration.

"Hmph!" he huffed childishly, his head snapping to the left, his nose high in the air, with his eyes closed. I mentally slapped myself. Seriously?! He's 19 for gods sake, and here he was, standing in a presitgious university's hallway huffing like a 4 year old that wasn't allowed to have ice cream.

"Seriously Jiyong?" I said in disbelief.

My eyes widened as my jaw dropped for a second time in the past ten minutes. W-was that a.. no... really? Was that a pout I see?! Kwon Jiyong was pouting?! My gosh. The world has seriously ended. Goodbye my dear friends.

I shook my head and snapped my jaw shut, "Seriously Jiyong. Quit it. I've already apologised and there's no way I'll say it. If that's what it takes for you to forgive me, then fine. I guess I'll just have to live with you not forgiving me," I was about the turn on my heels and head towards the cafeteria, when his head snapped back and his eyes met mine, causing me to pause at the intensity of his look. I watched as his lips jutted out slightly further then.. dear lord. He'd seriously gone crazy. I think he's on drugs. He's not mentally stable. He needs help. Serious help.

That's right. There stood before me, was an adult Kwon Jiyong, pouting with his arms crossed and pulling the puppy dog eyes. I closed my eyes tightly and turned my head away. Don't Dara! Hold on to your beliefs! Don't let this cute-- no! Don't let this mongrel get the better of you. 'But he looks so adorableee!' my conscious spoke. No Dara! Just imagine the humiliation! 7 years Dara! 7 wholeeee years! 'Fine.. but just one teeny tiny peak?' my conscious replied. I turned back and opened one eye to see him in the same position as before. 'KYAAAAAA!' my conscious squealed.

"Don't even try it Jiyong. I won't fall for it. I'm going now, if you want to come then come. If not then just continue to stand there and sulk okay?" I replied tiredly as I turned and took a few steps away. Something in me was niggling for me to turn around though. Despite my better judgement, I turned my head back.

There, standing in the same position as before, was Jiyong with his head hung low, looking like i'd just crushed all his hopes and dreams. Damn it! This is worse that the puppydog eyes and pout combined! I turned my head away. Come on Dara! Just walk away! WALK AWAY! It's so simple! Just lift up your foot... and WALK! I let out a heavy resigned sigh. Goodbye 7 years of hard work.

"Come on Jiyong Oppa... let's go and have lunch," I said softly, loud enough for him to hear, before walking at the speed of light towards the cafeteria.

Despite how fast I worked my legs to escape the impending doom it just couldn't defeat the mighty long legged Kwon Jiyong. That's right, stupid jerkface had managed to catch up to me within seconds and was now practically bouncing besides me with the biggest grin on his face, like he'd just won the lottery, or like how a 4 year old would look on christmas morning.

I blatantly ignored him as I tried to speed up towards the cafeteria to meet CL, but he was practically exuberating with satisfaction and joy besides me, rubbing it in my face.

"Soooooo, you've been day dreaming about chatting me up huh?" he teased.

I stopped in my tracks and i'm pretty sure flames were shooting out of my eyes right now. I closed my eyes in anger, my hands clenched at my sides.

"KWON JIYONG!!!!!" I roared.

All that could be heard in reponse was the distant boisterous and joyful laughter of Jiyong who had ran ahead, away from the impending beating from yours truly. That's right Jiyong. Run.

== At the Cafeteria ==

I slammed my tray of food down on the table, my glare trained on Jiyong who was trying to hide behind TOP, still laughing his soon-to-be-served-for-lunch off.

"Uh... I see you guys... made.. peace?" CL questioned, cautiously, as she looked at me trying to burn holes through Jiyong's skull. why wasn't he bursting into flames already?!

"Yeah, Dara and I are on great terms now," Jiyong had given up on hiding and was now sat between Youngbae and Seunghyun, a wide smile still plastered on his face. Oh how much I want to smack that smile off of his face.

I shoved some food into my mouth and chomped angrily as everyone observed me, no doubt wondering why Jiyong was practically pooping rainbows and why I was about ready to devour the human race.

"WHAT?!" I exploded in frustration, causing CL to drop her cutlery in shock. Breathe Dara.. just calm down... Don't let the jerk rile you up.

"Sorry," I apologised, as I felt myself begin to calm down. "So how come you guys are here?" I asked the guys.

"Oh right, we -or rather Seungri- literally bumped into CL and long story short here we are. Seungri will be here soon, he's just nursing his beaten ," TOP replied, as he continued to eye the hyper Jiyong beside him.

"Owww, Chaecat! Was it really necessary to kick my ? It's precious ya know! If you wanted to touch it you just had to ask!" Seungri arrived, plopping down on the seat inbetween TOP and I.

"Don't call me that!" CL snapped stabbing a carrot with her fork, "and I'm not even going to dignify you with an answer to that."

"Soooooo!" Youngbae cut in trying to ease the obvious tension that had settled on the table. "I'm glad Jiyong hyung and Dara have sorted matters out?" he continued, almost questioningly, "How about we go out again tonight in celebration hmm?"

"I don't know Oppa, I don't know if I can suffer another night with the rat," CL said casually, eyeing Seungri with a look that expressed extreme hatred.

"Yah Cat! It's not like I want to spend another of my precious nights with you either! I've got better things to do!" Seungri schouted across the table.

"Oh really? I doubt you have anything better to do. Probably just going to go out and play around with girls." CL replied bitterly. Woah... what's going on here...

"So what if I do? They know what they're getting in to. Besides when you have looks like mine you have to flaunt it, one woman can't monopolise it, you have to share me around," he said cockily.

"Tch! Looks like yours? Seriously? Ha! These girls need to get there eyes checked," CL quipped back.

"Don't be jealous. Just because I would never go for a girl like you." he sneered.

Everyone gasped. Seungri... that was below the belt. You should never say that to a girl. He had literally just skipped over the line. I looked at CL to see if she was hurt, but she just sat there with her arms crossed, indifferent and unaffected, her eyes holding no emotion.

"Ssantoki and Oppas, I'm going to head back to class. I don't think I can spend another second in the presence of this insufferable creature." With that Cl got up and stormed off. She may have looked like that hadn't affected her, but I knew that his words had hurt her deeply.

Ever since we were young CL had issues with the way she looked. She never thought she was pretty enough, constantly covering her face with a long fridge, subjecting herself to being a tomboy in her younger years. I didn't understand why though. She had always been pretty, sure it wasn't the obvious beauty but it was the subtle beauty where you only had to pay enough attention to her to realise just how pretty she was. Not to mention she had a heart of pure gold. Although she never told me the reason behind her taking up fashion, I knew it was to fill the void she felt for not being pretty enough. I mean she had been quite set on being a lawyer when she was younger, to follow in her parents footsteps, but then one day it all changed...

~ Flashback to 10 years ago ~

Third Person POV

/SLAM!/

An 8-year old Chaerin slammed the door as she stormed into her bestfriends bedroom. Shocked from the loud noise Dara looked up from her current position on the floor amongst all her barbie dolls. Upon seeing her angry friend lying down on her bed she quickly scrambled to her feet and sat on her bed beside her.

"CL-roo? What's wrong?" Dara asked softly, as she patted Chaerin's leg comfortingly. CL just turned her head to the side, unwilling to speak.

"Come on CL-roo, we're bestfriends right? You can tell me anything!" Dara cooed, as she brushed some hair away from CL's face. To her shock CL pushed her hand away and grabbed her hair to cover her face again.

"CL-roo..." Dara trailed off, confused, not sure how to handle the current situation. She had known CL for all her life and she had never seen her like this before. CL was normally amazing at hiding her emotions, not letting anything out. This was the first time in 8 years that Dara had ever seen her bestfriend openly show such strong emotions. Usually it was the other way around, with CL comforting a crying Dara who had just suffered under another one of Jiyong's endless pranks, because to Dara, CL was her rock. It had never occured to her that she may feel pain too. This situation was just so foreign to her.

Dara's eyes widened in alarm when she saw her friend's shoulders begin to shake. CL was shaking as she began to cry. She tried to muffle her cries in Dara's pillow but to no avail. Dara began to panic. What the hell happened?!

"Shhh... Shhh... It's okay CL-roo. I'm here.." Dara cooed as she rubbed CL's back soothingly, causing CL to cry even harder. They stayed in that position for a long time, CL crying her heart out for some unknown reason, and Dara patiently sitting beside her comforting her in the best way she could with the lack of information.

CL's cries slowed and soon she had completely stopped, but Dara continued to rub her back, telling her bestfriend that she was there for her. Suddenly, CL abruptly sat up and wiped her eyes hard, rubbing away her tears, but you could still see the tear stains down her face. Dara just sat beside her, not asking any questions.

"Dara-ah... I don't want to be a lawyer anymore. I want to be a fashion designer." She simply said, her red puffy, swollen eyes searching her bestfriend's, trying to find some sort of approval.

This.. was not what Dara expected CL to say. She wanted so badly to know what had caused her bestfriend to cry. The first time she'd ever seen her cry, because she wanted to make whoever did this to the usually head-strong CL to pay for the state she was currently in, but she stopped herself from asking questions. She knew that if CL wanted to tell her she would, if she didn't then she wouldn't -no matter how many times she asked or begged. All she could do was smile reassuringly at her bestfriend, and tell her that she approved of her choice.

Upon receiving Dara's approval CL threw her arms around her bestfriend holding her in a tight hug, to which Dara reciprocated, giving her a hug that told CL she would always always be there for her.

~ End of Flashback ~

Dara's POV

To this day I still don't know what caused her to cry so bad. What caused her to change her ambitions. We never spoke of that day ever again. I knew that CL never wanted to bring that day up, it was embarassing for her that I had seen her with her guard down in such an emotional state, so without her asking me to, I never brought it up. We continued on like it had never happened, except I could tell that CL had changed. She was still the same CL, but she was even harder to reach out to. She had completely rebuilt her walls back up with double protection this time, not letting anyone in.

I always had a feeling that her ambition to be a fashion designer had something to do with that terrible day and how she constantly told herself how she wasn't pretty enough. If I didn't know any better, the two were connected. If I didn't know any better, someone had broken my best friends heart, and if I ever found out who it was... they would pay - with their life.

When Seungri had said those harsh words, I knew it had affected her greatly, even though she had hidden it so well. I knew better.

"Seungri... you don't understand how dissappointed I am right now. That was just cruel. I never thought you had it in you to go that far," I said standing up from my seat and sending him a glare. Seungri's eyes widened in shock. I had never spoken to him in that way before.

"B-but N-oona..." he stuttered.

"No buts Seungri. What you said was way over line and below the belt. I expect you to apologise to Chaerin. Sincerely." I reprimanded him.

He nodded his head, his eyes showing obvious guilt. Good at least he knows what he had said was wrong.

"I'm going to class, I'll see you guys another time. I don't think we'll be able to meet up tonight.." I trailed off, implying how the current situation was tense. The boys nodded immediately, all of their eyes shining with understanding and disappoinment in their maknae. Even Jiyong was no longer bouncing in his seat as he shook his head at Seungri in disappointment.