"You're crazy."   Jooheon looked over his shoulder, at a spot Changkyun had been staring—ogling—at for the past ten minutes. He hadn't even touched his food yet. His eyes were glued to a certain long-haired female a few tables behind them who had doe eyes and porcelain for skin. Jooheon turned back to look at his friend (who looked pretty stupid) and shook his head. "You've gone absolutely mental."   "That's what you say every time I tell you I like Lee Eunbi."   "Do you hate it?"   "Sort of."   "Well, then stop bringing it up every time we're having crappy college cafeteria lunch." Jooheon poked at his kimchi. He's heard the same line almost every day since Changkyun first met her at their department's yearly acquaintance party. He was sick of it like he was sick of the same convenience store ramen he had every night. At least the ramen didn't sound like a broken record. "You keep saying the same thing since last year. It's not funny anymore."   "It isn't meant to be funny." Changkyun seemed to have come back to his senses now, and was now angrily shoving brussels sprouts into his mouth the way he did when he started getting defensive. "I seriously, honestly like her."   "You've said that about a million times, I think," Jooheon deadpanned. "And I'm going to say this again: can you please, for your own goddamn sake, like someone normal? Please."   "Lee Eunbi is normal."   "So is a damn unicorn. It's a horse with an ice cream cone on its forehead."   Changkyun rolled his eyes at his best friend. "Are you saying she's weird?"   "I'm saying, she's out of your league. Unicorns are out of your league, Kyun."   "So you're saying I'm weird."   Jooheon put his chopsticks down and sighed. Changkyun was very, very stubborn sometimes. A lot of times. "My point, and my only point," Jooheon said through gritted teeth, "is that people like us don't really get along with...them. Barbie dolls. I don't know."   "What makes you think she is one?"   "I don't know. I don't know her. And you don't either."   "Yes, I do. I tutor her."   "Tutor-ed. Twice. For a total of two hours," Jooheon pointed out. "That's not nearly enough time to get into the 'what's your favorite color?' phase—   "Okay, fine! Fine. I'll stop talking about her. Happy?" More angry-defensive food shoving.   "No, you know what? Don't." Changkyun stopped, mouth open, and gave Jooheon a weird look. "Tell you what: I'll let you talk about her all you want, but only—" Jooheon paused dramatically "—if you make a move on her before this semester ends. Otherwise, and until you do, you shut the hell up and let me enjoy my crappy cafeteria lunch in peace."   Changkyun blinked. "That's it?"   "Uh, yeah? Just...freaking talk to her already. We're not some dumb high school losers anymore."   "So you're saying we were dumb losers in high school."   "Goddammit, Kyun. Take it or leave it."   Jooheon was right. There was no time to play the role of the quiet nerd who doesn't get the girl like the ones in those sappy weekday dramas. The ones who sat by the wall and stared at the girl and watched while some taller, hunkier guy from the school swim team swept her away. This was college. They were sophomores. Things were different.   It was worth a shot.   "Deal."         Jooheon was right. Maybe Lee Eunbi was out of Changkyun's league. After all, this was the Lee Eunbi. The one who got all the votes when the guys played around and voted on the prettiest girl. The girl every freshman and sophomore and senior in their department probably wants to date. All the guys, and maybe some of the girls too. (Changkyun would know. He'd resorted to thinking that if we was a girl, he'd still have the gayest crush on Eunbi, ever.)   How could Changkyun possibly walk up to her, all long hair and long legs and eyes that seemed to shine every shade of autumn? Sure, he's tutored her. Twice, as Jooheon would love to rub in. But that was different. Changkyun was asked a favor by one of his seniors to tutor his cousin, who Changkyun later found out to be Eunbi, the pretty freshman he'd seen at the year-starter. It just happened that way. Changkyun liked to think it was fate. But this wasn't. This was pushing fate to its boundaries.   "Hey."   Changkyun looked up from his shoes.   There was a guy in front of Eunbi, leaning against her locker coolly. And it wasn't Changkyun.   He heard the guy ask if Eunbi was going to the year-starter tonight, to which Eunbi promptly nodded and flashed her heart-stopping smile in response.   Before he knew it, Eunbi was off, down the hallway to her next class.   Jooheon was right: maybe Changkyun was still the high school loser he used to be.         "Hey!"   Eunseo turned around to see Son Mina, her best friend of three years (maybe two, if you don't consider the one year where all Mina did was annoy her, trying to be her friend).   "Hey," Eunseo smiled, eyeing her friend's bright new hair color. "Red highlights. Nice. Seeing as you're still alive, I'm guessing your brother hasn't seen those?"   Mina rolled her eyes and whipped open her locker beside Eunseo's. "No. And he won't."   "He will eventually, you know," Eunseo drawled.   "It's nice to see you haven't changed at all during the break," Mina countered playfully, "Ever the optimistic icon of happiness, Lee Eunseo."   "Ha ha." The nice thing about Mina was that she always took Eunseo's blunt personality in stride, even if it was a stark contrast to her own bubbly demeanor. Every rant and snap and snide comment would be met by a big smile and an 'I don't give a ' attitude that Eunseo had easily become attached to. Mina was someone she'd come to realize she couldn't live without. She was the one who held Eunseo in place, who pulled her back when she got a little too rough with the world.   "Besides," Mina added after she shut her locker door, "He was so busy with swim practice the whole break. I've had these for a week and he hasn't seen them, can you believe? So yeah, I think I'll survive."   "I'm...not so sure about that."   "What?"   "Behind you—   "Mina."   Son Hyunwoo's voice was a deep rumble that came from somewhere in his broad, masculine chest. He stood towering behind Mina, eyes dead set on the foreign red color bouncing off of her sister's head. His expression was blank, unreadable (as always). But both girls could tell there was a vein there somewhere bulging slightly beneath his sun-tanned skin as he tried to stop himself from saying anything.   "B-Brother," Mina squeaked, "What are you doing here?"   "Looking for you." Hyunwoo said in a monotonous voice, before dropping something into her palm. "You forgot your keys. I'll be coming home late tonight. Hi, Eunseo."   "Sunbae." Eunseo gave him a curt nod.   "How did you find me here?"   "I was on my way to class. But even if I wasn't," Hyunwoo gave her a look. "I could probably see you from the other end of the campus with...that."   Mina rolled her eyes as far as they could, making Eunseo chuckle. This was a typical scene in A Day in the Life of the Son Siblings.   "Seriously? Look around you—" Mina waved an arm at the blondes and brunettes around them (okay, there was like one blonde girl and a guy with some unidentifiable ashy hair color, but it made Mina's point). "News flash, brother: coloring your hair is normal."   Hyunwoo only shook his head. He was never the talkative type, but he didn't always have to say anything to win an argument. "I'm heading to class. I'll see you at home," he said to Mina and then turned to Eunseo. "See you later, Eunseo."   Later. She felt like she should know what that meant, but she can't remember any reason for her to see Mina's brother "later".   Hyunwoo waved before walking away, lugging a big sports bag behind him on his strong shoulders. Son Hyunwoo was one of the few—okay, probably the only senior in their department that Eunseo really respected. Not only was he like Mina, in the sense that they both have never judged her for the way she was, Hyunwoo was also this quiet, polite, no-nonsense kind of guy. The kind Eunseo found bearable. Whereas everyone else was—   "HEY, HYUNWOO HYUNG!!"   Someone bumped into Eunseo's shoulder hard, knocking the books she was holding onto the floor with a nice, loud thud.   Everyone else. Sigh. Everyone else was a Lee Minhyuk.   "Oh. Crap. I'm sorry, Eunseo—   "Sorry isn't going to pick up my book