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"Listen, Minseok... Min... Minnie..." Luhan's face contorted into a stressed expression, straining out an answer he couldn't exactly put into words. However, Minseok waited patiently, smiling daintily as Luhan tried his hardest to find the right explaination. "To put it simply, you're not my type." 

"What do you mean?" Minseok pouted a bit, stopping from playing with the soccer ball at her feet.

"What I mean is, I don't like you like that. Sure, you're a really good soccer player. But that's the thing... you're a really good soccer player. You. A girl." Luhan sighed upon seeing Minseok's confused face. "Okay. To put it even simpler, you're like a guy. I'm not into that. I like girly girls, you know? The ones that do their nails and wear makeup and stuff." Minseok blinked, looking down at her unmanicured, blunt nails. She frowned. How is she supposed to handle things, like a soccer ball, with painted nails? How was she supposed to try in gym class without sweating off her makeup? 

"But--"

"Sorry, Minseok. I just like playing soccer with you. I hope you understand that." Luhan sighed, avoiding eye contact with Minseok as he awkwardly played with the strap of his duffle bag. Before she could even say anything, Luhan bid her goodbye. "I gotta go. I'm seeing someone. See you later, Minseok!" Luhan quickly disappeared, as if he were really trying to get away from her.

Minseok pursed her lips, feeling some sort of stinging pain in her chest. Was this heartbreak? Is this what it feels like to get rejected? How humiliating... Soccer practice had just ended, and Minseok even waited a while longer for the boy's team to finish up. Luckily, there was no one around to witness it. Otherwise, that would be the end of it. 

Everyone knew Minseok as the most athletic girl in their class. She was a member of the soccer team and is probably the only girl who actually participates in gym class (voluntarily, that is). It wasn't that Minseok was a complete boy or anything. Although she was just a tomboy as a little girl, it wasn't long before her lashes grew long enough to brush her bottom lid, and her lips grew pouty and full, and her hips to curve in sensual contours that made any normal boy woozy. But Minseok preferred to wear shorts long enough to touch her kneecaps, and baggy t-shirts with a sweater wrung around her waist. And instead of allowing her long flowy hair cascade down her shoulders, she preferred to tie it up messily. 

There was no doubt that Minseok was pretty. She really was, but her athletic appearance and boyish demeanor overshadowed her natural beauty, unfortunately. It wasn't like Minseok noticed anyway. She was much more interested in dribbling around a soccer ball than to sit around getting mani-pedis while gossiping about cute boys. 

But Minseok has crushes, like any normal girl her age. Her first crush was in her first year of middle school, on the soccer team's coach. He was young, probably in his early twenties. She had mistaken his favoritism for her as something else, something completely different. 

She hasn't really had many crushes after that. Most of the boys she knows aren't exactly appealing to her. But this year, Luhan, an exchange student since two years ago, somehow caught her eye. He was sweet-looking, and insanely good at soccer. And he was really nice when she was playing soccer with him. You could say she started to like him when a player on the other team tripped her, and Luhan miraculously caught her. Since then, Minseok had been fawning over him when he wasn't not looking.

Minseok frowned, sweeping her foot to bend the ball right into the goal afar.

"How'd she even find out?" Baekhyun spat, her arms crossed over her chest in an upset manner. Yifan sighed, running his hair through his golden locks in slight frustration. 

"I don't know, Baek." Yifan muttered with a shrug. "I really don't know."

"Do you even know what this means?" Baekhyun scoffed, glaring up at the towering male in front of her. Before Yifan could even answer, she cut him off vehemently. "They're all talking about me now. They're not talking about you because apparently you're some goddamn hero for this ." 

"Look Baek, I didn't really know this was gonna happen, alright? Don't blame it on me." Yifan threw his hands up. "It's not like you're the only one misfortunate. I mean, now Tao doesn't even want to look at me." Baekhyun rolled her eyes.

"Well that's your fault. I didn't tell you to make out with me." 

"Um, I'm pretty sure you did." Yifan raised a brow. "You were seriously--"

"Whatever." Baekhyun raised a hand to shush him. "Now thanks to you, I have no friends. Seriously." 

"Well--"

"You know what? Whatever." Baekhyun scoffed, rolling her eyes once again. "I'll just find new ones. It'll be easy. There's a lot