Morning already. 

Chorong groaned as she covered her face with the pillow to block the agonizingly bright sun from giving her even more of an headache. It was already her second day in Jeju and she was completely done. She was convinced by this point that sunshine was her enemy. 

"Chorong-ah, get out of bed!" 

Another, more aggravated, groan came from her pillow-smushed face. Her older sister, Nayoung had a habit of making her angry in the early morning hours. They were supposed to be on vacation, right? So what was the point of getting up at any time before noon? 

"Chorong!" Another yell came from the front room of their suite. 

"I'm up!" She pulled her face away from the pillow and yelled back at Nayoung. Here we go. 

Chorong managed to push herself off the bed and swing her legs over the side. She stretched out and her shirt lifted slightly with her arms and she let the sun that shone through the window hit the revealing skin. It warmed her skin and she couldn't help but smile a little as she relaxed. But when the sunlight crept up to her eyes and caused her momentary blindness, her smile soon faded and she was leaning back against the mattress, scrunching her eyes together and trying to shield herself. 

This perfect 'much needed' vacation (as Nayoung called it) wasn't exactly what she pictured as perfect. After spending a good chunk of her year in the studio writing, she hadn't quite adjusted to what it felt like to be on vacation. Or, if it wasn't obvious, the sun. 

"Are you seriously going to waste this day away in bed?" 

Chorong made a face, mocking Nayoung and pushed off the bed quickly to avoid any more contact with the sun. She dragged herself lazily from the bedroom and out into the living area. Nayoung faced the mirror attached to the closet door and fiddled with putting her earrings in. Chorong plopped herself down on the couch and watched her closely.

Chorong stared at her sister as she finished getting ready. It honestly bothered Chorong just how envious she was of her sister. She didn't think she was ugly by any means, but she couldn't get over just how flawed she was when she compared herself to Nayoung. 

Nayoung's hair had this silky sheen to it, and it flowed perfectly down her back. Chorong, on the other hand, struggled with her hair on a daily basis. It never laid right. She always had flyaways and split ends. Hats had become her best friends in her later years. 

All through school, Nayoung had been the athlete. The cheerleader. The 'fit' one. Chorong couldn't keep a bit of muscle on her bones. She had a lanky body-type with chicken legs and tiny arms that drove her absolutely crazy. Her older sister, however had the irresistible abs and a healthy looking body. 

All her life, Chorong had yearned to look like Nayoung, and now, even after all these years, that twinge of jealousy was always popping back up. 

"What do you have planned for today?" Nayoung glanced at Chorong in the reflection of the mirror and sighed. "Please tell me you're not going to lay about all day." 

"Of course now," Well, it was the plan. "There's lots of things to do." 

"Why don't you go make some friends? I don't think hanging around Uncle Minho was on Mom and Dad's agenda when they sent us." 

Chorong had to give Nayoung that one. Their mother had made a point for Chorong to get out of the house for the summer and not to spend it cooped up in her bedroom. "Sunshine will be good for you, Rongie." Was it really that important? 

Her parents figured spending some time at their uncle's hotel in Jeju was the best idea. Sunshine and communication? Chorong wouldn't be able to avoid it then. 

"I was always told not to talk to strangers." Chorong smirked a little, knowing that her sister would either laugh or be ticked off by her smart mouth.

To her fortune, Nayoung laughed. "Well, I won't tell if you won't. Just go mingle. I'm sure you'll find someone to keep you occupied," Nayoung finished readying herself and took one last look in the mirror before grabbing her bag. "I have a date with the cute bartender downstairs. Don't wait up okay?" 

"Got it." 

Chorong let out an aggravated groan as she collapsed dramatically back against the couch. Even with only being in Jeju for two days, her perfect sister still managed to get enough attention to get a date.

She thought back to all those nights she would watch Naeun prepare herself for date after date. The envy was always seething off of her. Of course, Chorong got her chance to date a lot throughout university and high school. There were nice guys, great guys even, but once he would walk her back to her door the first words that would come out of his mouth would be along the lines of, "Hey Chorong-ah, is Nayoung home? I'd love to say hi." 

And almost always, this ended with a hard slam of the door in his face. She lived in her sister's shadows. She couldn't escape them at home and she couldn't escape them at university either. It was an never ending cycle. 

So Chorong gave up. She gave up trying to please boys and gave up, ultimately, trying to date them. What was the point? Frat boys were immature and only knew and referred to her as 'Park Nayoung's kid sister.' That's who she always was and that's who she was always going to be.

Chorong got changed out of her pyjamas into shorts and a crop top then pulled herself off the couch and grabbed a book from her bag. Her family wanted her to go outside, right? They didn't say she couldn't bury herself in a book. Score one to Chorong! 

She walked out on the balcony and leaned against the railing. She had to admit, it did feel nice out. She wondered if she could adapt to Jeju and be able to go back to busy Seoul by the end of the summer. 

Chorong sunk down into a chair and put her feet up on the table before digging back into the spot she had left off in The Great Gatsby. She ran her eyes down the page to where she had left off. 

Just as she was getting right back into it, the sound of the balcony next to hers made her jump and she pulled herself away from her book. She felt a little anxious as she stared at the attractive guy leaning against his own balcony and staring out at the city. He seemed so lost in thought and she was afraid to disturb him. 

She racked her brain, trying to remember his name. It was on the tip of her tongue. So many things had happened when they met the day before, that his name was the least. But it suddenly came to her. 

"Joonmyun?" She felt her heart speed up as she slapped her hand over . She had meant for it to be an inner recollection, but somehow it had slipped out of and she was now staring wide eyed in his direction. 

Joonmyun turned around towards her, and slowly, that smile was stretching across his lips. His eyes got a bit wider as he stared at her, completely dumbfounded. Chorong couldn't help but let her eyes trail over him. He was absolutely too good looking for his own good, and he knew it. 

His hair was pushed back while the rest of his outfit was simple. A plain white t-shirt with black skinny ripped jeans and that damn near perfect smile. 

It wasn't fair just how good he looked. It was completely disarming to Chorong. How could one guy wear such a simple outfit and be able to take the breath of any girl that passed by? 

She wasn't sure, but he did it well. 

However, she couldn't get over their first encounter the day before. She had a feeling he played the game a few more times than he was willing to let on, and he had every line mesmerised. Probably by now, Chorong realised, he expected that she should have already been in his bed just like the others. But she wasn't going to give up without a fight. 

He would have to do a lot more work to get to that point. That was one thing she was sure of. 

"It's you," He continued to smile as he kept that same look on his face. "Hat girl." 

Hat girl? She couldn't help but chuckle to herself and look away quickly. She was sure she was blushing at that point. He had given her a nickname already? She slightly glanced back in his direction and felt her stomach drop. 

She had never been looked at that way. For so many years she watched Nayoung get all the attention and all the boys, but this time there was one staring right at her as if she was the only person around. As if she wa