Slamming the door shut to my apartment, I threw my bag aside and kicked my wooden chair and it split into a bunch of uneven pieces. Groaning and cursing under my breath, I picked the pieces up, wondering if I could still super glue them back together. Knowing that it was hopeless, I picked the pieces up and tossed them in the trash, feeling rather unlucky. Today was supposed to be my one and only stress free day- well, supposed to. Throwing myself on the bed and burying my face into the pillow, I attempted to forget everything for just today and move on.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Sitting up in bed, I groaned. The knocks grew louder and louder as I took longer to get to the door. I didn't want to see anyone nor did I want to talk to anyone. Pulling the door open, I was tempted to immediately slam the door in his face, but he was quicker and slipped into my apartment.

"What do you want?" I sneered, crossing my arms. Answering me with silence, he moved about my apartment in his shoes, causing me to glare at him. I could tell that he was criticizing my apartment as his face grew wrinkles of distaste every now and then. Just as he was about to step into my room, I yanked at his arm and pulled him away. "My apartment's small as you may have noticed. There isn't much to see, so now if you could stop my wandering my apartment I'd appreciate it very much."

"I'm amazed at how you managed to even live here." Carelessly picking up an old algebra textbook, he tossed a glance at it and threw it aside, causing me to frown. "This place isn't even the size of my closet. I can't imagine living here." Bristled by his comments, I couldn't help but shoot back a few words.

"Well, that's because you aren't living here." I shot back, watching as he kicked over a stack of newspapers in disgust. "Stop touching my stuff! Either you it your down on a chair or you can leave. The choice is yours." Picking up the newspapers, I could hear an audible sigh.

"I wouldn't dare to sit on a chair here." Tossing a look at another wooden chair I had, he shook it. "This chair's loose." He commented as I shot him a glare.

"Then sit on the floor. I can assure you that the floor won't break despite having you weigh that much." Stacking the newspapers up and stuffing them into a garbage bag, I left it by the front door so I would remember to throw it out tomorrow.

"The floor's too dirty."

"Then get out of my apartment." I didn't have much patience left and boy was he testing it. Pulling his phone out, he nodded.

"I can get out of the apartment, but..." Scrolling through his phone with a smirk plastered onto his face made me realize what he was implying.

"You know what? What is it that you want or need?" I said through gritted teeth, attempting to be "nice" to the guy. As much as I liked him, I hated him.

"Nothing much. I just want to talk about your friend, Jae Hee." He shrugged as he wandered off. Opening my bedroom door, he plopped down on my bed and frowned. Running into my room and stuffing the most important items into a box, he shook his head.

"I wouldn't steal anything here, you know. Nothing here is worth it." He mused, feeling rather triumphant. "Your bed's too hard even for sitting. You should just get a different one."

"Not all of us have the money to waste." I muttered as I stood in front of it, wondering what he wanted to know about Jae Hee. "So what do you want to know about her? I won't tell you anything personal, because it's her privacy. If you want to know the rest, ask her yourself."

"Well," shaking his phone in front of me, he smiled. "I wouldn't say that so certainly if I were you. If you haven't noticed, it's hard to get to Jae Hee. Besides," sending me a look, I shifted back uncomfortably as he sighed. "She's richer than you, speaking of which, her servants and body guards make it a lot harder to talk to."

"And so you want me to help you get closer to her?" Raising a brow, I took a seat on the chair by my desk. "Considering how rude you treated her in gym last time, I don't think I'd enjoy it very much to see my best friend with such a guy." Or the guy that I like.

"I'm not saying that I like her in any form of way, but I find her- how do I put in simply? Mysterious." He shrugs. "I only want to learn more about her."

"Then use your money to!"

"Do you think I haven't tried before?" He snapped as I closed my mouth. Feeling rather aggravated by this conversation, I grabbed him by his arm dragging him to my apartment door.

"Listen, I'll write out all you need to know about her, so don't ever come here again. I don't like people coming into my apartment. Especially you." Only because I'm rather embarrassed that you had to see me in such a state. I also don't want to attract any trouble here either. Slamming the door in his face, I turned around and found myself barely able to breathe.

How embarrassing. To be seen in such a state. Even though this was how I lived up until now, I had never felt more embarrassed in my life about it. Picking up a picture frame on my desk, I felt my eyebrows furrow with slight anger at my actions.

We were two different people. He's rich. I'm poor. He's got everything. I've got nothing. He likes Jae Hee and... I like him.

It was hopeless.

Love between us, would never happen. Knowing so, I still couldn't help but feel burdened by the thought. However, what better way of moving on by helping him into a relationship- or at least a possible one?

The Next Day...

I don't have plans of interacting with him again as I move down the halls, keeping my head low. The halls seem awfully normal and it scares me all the more to think he might be standing around waiting for me. As scared as I was, I couldn't help but look up and my eyes locked with his. Holding onto my breath, my eyes widened. His gaze moved past me as I felt someone lock their arm with mine.

"Min Jung, you're walking awfully fast today. I could barely catch up with you!" Jae Hee says cheerfully as she helped me walk past him (unknowingly). I could feel his eyes land in our direction and I was scared to look at him. Maybe it was because I was afraid he'd stop me and talk to me about something or rather anything. I didn't want to lose my wallflower title and I didn't want to become associated with him. This wasn't the way I wanted to become associated with him.

"Oh- about that, I just wanted to get to class earlier." I felt a sudden wave of relief, knowing that he was behind me and there was no way he could send me a message with his gaze. Sighing, Jae Hee looked at the ground as we walked to class and I couldn't help but blurt out, "what's wrong?"

"My father- wants me to attend another dinner party next week," Jae Hee said with a monotone as we made it to our first class together. "I don't see much point in the dinner parties if I can't even interact with anyone at ease!"

"When is it anyways?" I asked, trying to be subtle as I thought of him. Maybe this would be useful for him to know- if he skips out on the dinner parties that is. 

"Next Thursday. I hate how dinner parties are mostly arranged on school nights!" Jae Hee slumps over her desk ever so gracefully in a way which was enviable. As I am sorting my thoughts out and organizing my knowledge, Jae Hee turns to me and her face lights up. "Min Jung, why don't you come? I never see you at the dinner parties and it would be a good experience for you and better for me with you there with me!"

Great idea. I don't have rich parents though and nor do I have an actual invitation. Who am I to barge it on such a fancy dinner party with food more expensive than my rent? I don't have the clothes for it and fancy food and people? Not my thing.

"I would love to." A lie. "You know how much my parents want me to succeed in the business industry. They want me to study instead of attending these dinner parties." Another lie. My parents simply didn't have the time to take care of me. To even think of me even. Thinking about my family, I felt a huge lump form in my throat as I took a seat next to whining Jae Hee who was begging me to go.

"I guess I'll be stuck in the corner of the party again then." Jae Hee lets out another audible sigh as the teacher begins his presentation.

Three P.M.

I am feeling awfully down and I have the incredible urge to take a detour from the cafe, all the way to Daegu to check on my family- my hometown. However, I am able to fight my urge off and head to the cafe with a heavy heart. Sooyoung flicks a glance at me as I step into the cafe and questions me as I don't seem to be feeling too "well". Her granddaughter is sitting off to the corner of the cafe with crayons spread all over the table as she scribbles red on the paper and beams at her picture. I didn't want to spoil Sooyoung's happy moment with her granddaughter and of course responded with "I'm fine". How many lies was I going to tell in one day?

The door to the cafe opens and the wind chimes make a light tinkling sound as I look up to greet the customer and take their order. His light brown hair catches my eyes and then his facial features. Stunned, I turn around and leave my back to face him as I slip to the sink and pretend to wash the coffee cups in the sink. I could feel Sooyoung's eyes boring a hole into the back of my head and I hear her take a few steps towards the waiting customer by the counter.

"Aigoo Eunjung, you shouldn't leave the customer standing here." Taking the order from him, I am left with questions floating through my mind. "I'll handle the dishes, but please go into the kitchen and bake more blueberry tarts. We're running low out here." At that moment, it had hit me. Sooyoung understood the current situation I was in- if not, she had understood a part of it. That I had wanted to hide from him.

"Okay." I changed my voice to a relatively lower pitch as I inched my way towards the kitchen without showing my face. With uneven breaths, I leaned against the sink, grateful to be able to escape talking to him. I wasn't used to seeing my classmates and even more so, him while I was working. The cafe wasn't exactly the rich kids' forte and I was hoping that it would stay that way. Breaking from that, he had to come to the cafe I worked at. I knew it was no coincidence.

I was stuck in the kitchen, not doing much besides brewing coffee for the other customers that came. It had been an a couple of hours and he was still sitting in the cafe, ordering almost every type of coffee there was on the menu and if that wasn't enough, he decided to order them each twice. When my shift was just about over, Sooyoung came in to notify me that the cafe he was gone and that I could come out, grab my stuff, and leave.

Deciding to leave through the back door, which had led to an alleyway filled with back doors of other shops, I felt safer with the still atmosphere. It didn't last long though as I turned the corner of the alleyway. Jumping back in surprise, I caught sight of him leaning against the wall of the alleyway, sending looks at his watch. Backing into the direction I had come from, I felt my heart come to a stop.

"Don't you have to go this way? You'll take a longer time to get home that way."

Great. He noticed.

"What are you doing here?" I was even going to pretend I hadn't had a clue. Shaking his head and walking up to me with a smirk on his face, I began to question if I had really liked him or if I was just "curious" about him. Someone who was mysterious and cold at first glance but at the next few glances, he was something more.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm not number one at school without a reason."

So he was number one. He's beaten me by... quite a few. 

"Eunjung..." Bringing me from my thoughts, he absent mindly stared out into the dark alleyway. "That name most definitely doesn't suit you. It means grace and affection. I'm glad you were named-," he paused.

"I can't believe you're number on," I scoffed as I move past him quickly. "You certainly don't have the memory for it."

"Well, I'm sorry that Miss Wallflower doesn't have any traits for me to remember her by. Wait-," another pause. "I'll just think of you as poor girl." The insult irked me and I spun around to face him. 

"Min Jung. My name is Park Min Jung," I said, spitting each syllable of my name out clearly as I glared at him. Not taking any effect on him, he placed his hands in his pockets.

"Let's see. Poor girl is equal to Min Jung. Min Jung is equal to poor girl. Easy enough," he shrugs and I feel burdened by my lack of money.

"Yes, I'm poor. I need money. So I would appreciate it if you don't come find me during work hours- ever again." With my arms crossed, I stalk out of the alleyway and in the direction of my shabby apartment building.

"I believe you're mistaken." He caught up with me and he sounded so nonchalant that I was close to snapping at him again. "I wasn't looking for you. There isn't any particular reason for me to. I just wanted some drinks." He smirked. "That's why cafes are for right?"

Oh yes. It's totally normal to drink nearly thirty cups of coffee at once. How foolish of me.

Biting back my urge to snap back with sarcasm, I turned to him. "Then may I inquire why you're walking in the same direction, assuming that you're not following me since you don't have any particular reason to?" The smirk remained on his face.

"I am following you. I'm going to your place and my reason? To talk about yesterday." He was so casual about it that it made me even more annoyed. 

"I thought I made it clear not to come back to my place." I reminded, crossing my arms. My eyebrows were furrowed together as I found myself growing rather impatient with him.

"And I thought I made it clear that you don't have a choice." Raising a brow at me, he pulls his phone from his pocket, shaking it. Snatching the phone from him, which I had managed to open easily as it didn't require a password, I searched for the picture desperately. As I scrolled through his phone quickly, I felt odd. He wasn't doing anything besides standing there, watching as I was trying to delete the picture. Sensing my confusion, he smirked and moved towards me, causing me to flinch and pull his phone closer to me in attempt to keep his phone from him. 

"Delete it for all I care. Just remember, I'm not as simple minded as you are. I have copies. Billions of them in fact." Turning red from his insult, I shoved his phone back to him and stalked off in the direction of the apartment building. I wasn't the girl who was surrounded by technology and things tended to- slip from my mind at times. How stupid was I to think someone as despicable as him would not have many copies available to him?

My apartment door swung open and I was tempted to slam the door in his face when he stopped the door with his hand. Stopping by the doorway, I faced him and crossed my arms once again.

"Listen, I'll hand write some things you have to know about Jae Hee so we won't have to do this anymore," I reasoned as he tried to push past me into my living room. Pushing him back and stretching my arms out to keep him from walking into my living room, I made direct eye contact with him. "So, don't come back here ever again and delete the pictures and all the copies. I'll give it to you tomorrow, so if you'll excuse me," I pushed him out of my apartment. "I'll get started so I can hand it to you on time." Pushing me back into my apartment, he managed to get into my living room, leaving me by the front door. 

"Reports are overrated. I'm top of the college and I'm sick and tired of reports. By the way," his eyes travel up and down my body as if he was criticizing me. "I'm not too sure you can even afford paper. What if I end up having to buy loads of paper for you?"

"That's such a stupid excuse." I sneered as I marched up to him, staring up at him. "It's not like money has any particular value to you. I bet you haven't earned a single penny in your life. I have and I know better than to mooch off of someone and rely on my parents.  I can afford my own paper, so get lost before I kick you out of my apartment."

"If you're too stupid to get it," he leans down a bit, our noses just barely touching. "I want you to teach me about getting a girl. Memorizing means nothing to me. There isn't a test for me to take in which I would pass or fail." The fire in my eyes die down a bit as I realize what he was saying.

"So, you want me to teach you about getting Jae Hee?" I questioned.

"Well, not specifically Jae Hee- just girls in general." His eyes become softer as he thinks of her, I can tell. He backs away and shoves his hands back into his pocket.

"So, the top student in the campus is," I pause to . "Asking me to teach him?"

"Are you going to do it or do you want me to post the pictures online. You might not see it, but others will." He narrows his eyes at me and I instantly feel annoyed by him.

"How exactly am I supposed to teach you?" It was my first time being asked to educate someone on getting to a girl's heart. More specifically, Jae Hee's heart. Maybe it was because I didn't see anybody who I had found worthy to be with Jae Hee- not that he was worthy as well. Compared to the others however, he seemed to be the most suitable and worth my help. (Especially since he had something against me. I literally have no choice if I want a peaceful year at the campus.)

"Finally something intellectual comes out of you." This insult causes me to glare at him as he nonchalantly looks down at me. "Through experience."

"What do you mean by experience?" I blurt out. Expecting a reasonable answer, he shrugs.

"I've found that I learn the best through experience." His eyes grow distant as he clears his throat and heads for the door.

"I don't get the point of talking inside of my living room when we could've talked outside my apartment." I complained watching him walk across my living room in his shoes to reach the front door. 

"I needed to use the bathroom." He answers without turning around. He continues to walk towards the front door and I feel almost bad watching him walk away.

"Aren't you going to use it then?" I questioned, stopping his footsteps. He turns around and smirks at me.

"If your living room looks like this," his eyes dart over to the stack of newspapers leaning by my wall and looks back at me. "I wouldn't even imagine how the bathroom would look." Without a proper goodbye, he takes a step out the door and leaves me dumbfounded.

"Bastard." I muttered. "He doesn't have to say it that way does he?"

Hoon

Upon taking a step out of the apartment, I found myself wincing a bit. With my legs slightly crossed, I ducked into the dingy stairway of the apartment building and called for my chauffeur.

"Hoon Min?" His old voice seemed to be distant as I found myself crossing my legs and biting my lower lip.

"Get the car over here now!" I could hear him chuckle as if he understood how urgent it was.

"I warned you about too much coffee, didn't I?" He was cocky at times like these and it irritated me. If he hadn't worked for the family for years, I would've fired him.

"Shut up and get your over here." I seethed as I started to pace back and forth in the stairway nervously, afraid of having the poor girl hear me. "If anything happens, I'd fire your old ."

"I would gladly go and pick you up. Where are you?" Bending my knees up and down, I felt a sudden desire to throw my phone against the wall in all urgency. Moving down the stairs to the lobby, I found myself enraged.

"Are you kidding me right now? What do you mean you don't remember where it is?!" I yelped as I bumped into the corner of a wall due to my sloppy walking. I could hear him chuckling as I cussed into the phone as I rubbed my shoulder. "I don't care how, but get over here NOW!" Hanging up the phone, I felt annoyed when I saw his caller ID on my phone just a second later.

"WHAT?" I spat as I found myself pacing around in circles, trying to resist the urge of jumping around and about to keep my mind off of my full bladder.

"Nothing much. If you had noticed earlier, I've been here all along. Just trolling your ." I suddenly see his car as he steps out of it, grinning from ear to ear, obviously proud of his prank. "Well, don't just stand around! Do you want to go home with wet pants?" Hanging up, I shot a glare at him as I got into the car, listening to his stupid chuckle.

"Stupid old man." I muttered under my breath as he started the car.

"And you wonder why I do this to you." He responds laughing.

"Shut up and drive."

A/N: This chapter was supposed to come out a lot earlier, but I was super distracted by games and of course, other stuff. It was also a LOT longer than I thought it would be. Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter! More comments= more inspiration= more updates. You don't necessarily need to subscribe, but commenting will do wonders and encourage me! I want to learn more about the people who read my stories! :)