Ignoring Hanbin is surprisingly easy for Mihyun. They go on their separate ways as if nothing happened, back to how they used to be; not giving a damn about each other. That doesn't mean they're in good terms, seeing how both of them act like the other one doesn't exist.

  A part of Mihyun wants to apologize, because it's her orange juice, not his. Mihyun's pride beats that intention, whispering it's not her fault and she doesn't need to reconcile. She doesn't want anything with Hanbin in the first place, why bother apologizing?   Deciding to go with what her pride had said, Mihyun believes she didn't do anything wrong.   Mihyun is slightly confused about Hanbin, though. She always finds quiet people understanding and kind, the total opposite of the bitter and rude Hanbin. Her theory about Hanbin being a ticking bomb waiting to blow up strengthens, and she's irrefutable that's the reason the latter doesn't have any friends. What makes Mihyun a bit antsy is the pity tugging at her heart.   Okay, Mihyun confesses she's had some anger issues, too. It was a piece of cake to annoy her, and even more easy to pull her strings. Her brother pointed that flaw when she was having a fit about an error on her laptop and it opened Mihyun's eyes. Over the year, she had learned to control her anger and channel them into something else. Her condition didn't completely disappear, though  she's made a remarkable progress. Most of the time, Mihyun is in control of her anger. Still, she has a certain limit and if your foot crosses over that line, brace yourself to see Mihyun's version of The Hulk.   Her old self can relate to Hanbin, for getting so pissed about a stain on his uniform. But the past is the past, what matters is the present Mihyun can't deal with him. If someone spills anything on her uniform, she will probably stay silent for a second and tries to read the situation. She will observe the other person's reaction, and therefore she can decide whether they did it on purpose or not. Unlike Hanbin, who cussed (and insulted!) her right away.   Hanbin hates her, and Mihyun couldn't care less about that fact. His feeling towards her isn't one-sided, so Mihyun figures they're even. She— accidentally, mind you— spilled her orange juice on Hanbin and he poured the same orange juice on top of her purposely. See, Mihyun is the good guy here, and Hanbin is just a mess of anger and revenge.   Turning the handle, she pushes the door open with ease. Her feet settle on a wooden floor, dropping her bag to the cream colored sofa. She paddles to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and takes out a milk carton, gulping it down.   "Welcome home, noona." The ten year old boy's head pops behind the counter, "Appa left some money in the top drawer if you want to order food. Also, auntie brought some cream puffs on our way home. I saved you the chocolate one," he pushes a plate with two cream puffs to Mihyun.   She puts the milk carton back into the refrigerator, grinning as she ruffles her brother's hair, "Thanks, champ."   Kihyun's nose crinkles when Mihyun draws her hand back to grab one of the cream puffs. "Noona, you smell like oranges."   "Do I?" Mihyun sniffs her hair, pursing her lips when she finds out the scent hasn't come off yet.   Kihyun nods, "Why do you smell like oranges?" A pair of doe eyes look up at her, shining with curiosity.   An idea pops into her head while she munches on her cream puff. "I tried my friend's perfume earlier today, does it smells good?"   Instead of saying it was a lie, Mihyun prefers to call it sugar-coating the truth. If she tells Kihyun what really happened, the boy will be upset and there's a possibility he'll tell their father. And then her father will be concerned, adding more things to think of into his head. The man has too much tasks at hand, Mihyun doesn't want to add more wrinkles on his face.   "No," Kihyun shakes his head, "it smells like cheap orange juice."   Because it is, Mihyun thinks to herself as she forces out a chuckle. "Really? I'll make sure never to use her perfume again."   Her stomach grumbles in protest, demanding for food. "I want to order a pizza. Do you want anything?" She asks.   "I want the lasagna," Kihyun says before leaping to the living room and turning on the TV.   "Alright. I'll order the food later,  I'm going to shower first!" Mihyun climbs up the stairs, heading to her bathroom. The only thing she has in mind is to annihilate the smell of oranges.                         "Good morning!" Mihyun chimes, stealing a toast from Kihyun's plate and clamping it between her teeth.   "That's my toast!" He whines, stomping his feet on the ground. Mr. Song returns from the kitchen, holding a plate of bacon and eggs on his hand and a newspaper on his other hand. He then places the plate in front of Kihyun, patting his head. Kihyun forgets his toast the second he sets his eyes on the plate, digging into his bacon and eggs.   "Good