"Liar?!" I shouted at him. Why? Did he knew already? 

He never stopped once he said go away to me. I didn't felt bad or anything. I'm not a liar, he is. And I don't need to go away. I felt a hand ruffling my hair again, Kim Woobin. 
I sighed. 

"Don't be sad." He pampered. "He called me a liar too, that's his escape word." He smiled at me. 

"Liar? What's that suppose to make some relief?" I asked him. 

"Probably to him, absolutely yes." He stopped ruffling my hair but he clung on my right arm. I was a bit disoriented because he's too tall that I can't balance the way he's handling me. 
I didn't feel some awkward feelings though so I didn't bother kicking him. 

"Where is he going?" I asked again, this time we are walking. I don't know where he wanted me to go but I feel safe when he's around so I don't bother, now.

"I don't know." He said. 

"How come you don't know?" 

"He doesn't talk, Shinhye." He sighed. "He doesn't talk to anybody." 

"Why?" My questions are infinite, but glad that Woobin is answering all of it. 

"He's not the guy who you felt comfortable when you are at the hospital. What you see now, is the real Jung Yonghwa." He looked at me. "Aren't you hungry?" 

"I'm not." I shortly replied. 

"Are you going now?" 

"Maybe." 

"If you encounter problem or such, I'm just here. I'll keep an eye on you." He winked. 

Seriously. I smiled at him. "I don't need your eye." 

He laughed so hard. "I think if my Dad sees you, you will be his favorite."

His favorite?
What the hell is Kim Woobin saying?

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand for farewell.

***

"Jung!" He heard his Dad. 

Yonghwa stopped for a while but never made an eye contact with his Dad. 

"You'll gonna leave?" 

"No I'm not." He coldly said. "I'm gonna stay here." 

"What's with the bags then?" 

"Things to burn." 

Things to burn.

I was going to leave the training camp but I heard Jung Yonghwa talking to a man that called him Jung. I'm actually eavesdropping now. But I don't care.
I waited for the man to disappear then I run at Yonghwa, he's actually on the way to the exit. 

"Let's burn what you need to burn, Yonghwa!" I shouted at him. "All of these?" I grabbed his bag. 

I saw him look in eyes with so much anger, I don't know why.
He's been like that since this morning.
I saw him thrice already but his mood is really constant. 

"Just get lost." He said. "I'm not the Jung Yonghwa you met in the hospital. I don't like people entangling in my life. So Miss Shinhye, please leave me alone." 

"No I won't!" I stared. "Not until I'm sure you wouldn't kill yourself." 

He smirked at me. "Throw the idea that we are the same. We are not." 

WE.ARE.NOT
I don't get the fact, what he just said that we are not the same because for crying out loud, he was the one who said it. Under the summer stars. 
My revenge plan is concrete now, I thought I can make my plan that smooth BUT IT IS NOT.

He's not the type of person I thought he would. 
He's really a cold evil person. He's such a mean human. 

"Excuse me, Jung Yonghwa." I said to him. 

He looked at me.
I stared at him. 

"For the last time, you should go away, Park Shinhye." 

Why do I need to go away? Who is he by the way? He doesn't have a permission to make me do things I don't even wanted to do. He's ridiculous. 

I smirked, let my feet step forward to him. "You are just anybody else then." I stared at him. "You are just like them, Jung Yonghwa." Nice move, Shinhye. Thoughts coming on my mind now. Finally. 

"Yes. And I'm completely worst than them!" He shouted. 

"Jung! Why the are you yelling?!" The old man's voice roared, obviously more louder than Yonghwa's shout. And that scared the hell out of me. "Who is this lady?" He asked, smirking. That scared me even more. 

"No one." I heard Yonghwa said. 

"No one?" 

"Dad, stop. I don't know her." 

Dad? This is Jung Yonghwa's Dad? I suddenly remembered my Mom, she shouts like that to me. But what surprised me is that Jung Yonghwa said he doesn't know me. 
I'm a no one. 

I hate being neglected, even I'm used to it somehow. There's just things in life that we are always experiencing but we can never learn accepting. That's what I hate the most. 

"Jung, go get your life crazy. Since your goal doesn't exist anymore. I see you're starting it now, with this lady." He even smiled at me, but that smile, I know that. 
Same as Mom's smile, they aren't for happiness. But more of dying smirk - those smiles. 

***

I found myself, with Jung Yonghwa. We aren't speaking, I find him sitting beside me. This is what like in the rooftop in the hospital. He is staring at nothing. I am staring at him. 
And for the thousandth time, he looks completely calm. 

"Liar.." I softly said to him, I want him to feel my presence. "You're the liar here." I repeated. 

"I hope you wouldn't just talk." He responded. "I said just go away."

I want to held his hand. 
And this is all part of something. 
I want to hold his hand but I think I'm moving too fast, he might push me away again. 
I don't want that, because it will be the end of that something.
Something called revenge.
It's still on. And I haven't reach the peak yet. 

"Stop pushing me away." I'm still saying my words softly. "And you are a liar for saying WE ARE NOT THE SAME." I stressed. "We are the same, Yonghwa."

"No we are not." He sighed. 

"Yes, we are." I smiled. "We are."