Changjo's POV:

"Ya! Why are you crying?" I tossed my ball in the air and caught it, up down up down. The girl looked like she could've been younger than me. "Aish how old are you anyway?" I scolded her. "The kids are teasing me! My mom isn't a tramp right?" She said through sniffles. Pa-putt. The sound of the ball landed in my hands. "Ya!" I flicked her forehead with my finger. "That's what your crying about?" She looked up at me a dried her eyes. "What's it to you?" She said rudely and stuck her nose in the air. "Aaaish!" I pinched her nose and pulled her head down. "Aigoo! You're nose is to tall!" I swung her head up and down up and down. "How old are you anyway?" I asked. I laughed and let go of her nose. Her face turned as red as cherry. "I'm eight." She crossed her arms and legs refusing to look me in the eyes. "Ehhh?! You're older than me?!" I scratched the back of my head awkwardly. She didn't look older. "Why? How old are you?" She asked. "Seven..."   I mumbled. She laughed at me and grabbed my hands. "Let's be friends." She said. "My name is Ji Young, what's yours?" She asked curiously. "Jonghyun." I answered.