Note: This time, it's Joongki's POV first before Hye Kyo. Watch out! :D Have fun! or not... lol

Beautiful Plan

Joong Ki's POV

It's been a week since Hye Kyo and I broke up. . . Usually, I'd be over a break up in just a few hours. But look at me now, sitting on the couch, eating popcorn while watching Romeo and Juliet for the nth time this week, and sniffling like a baby because the movie reminded me of the undying love I shared with Hye Kyo. I've been doing this for a week now. I don't even go to school to study anymore! I only go there to stare at my professor's boring face, wondering why someone old but pretty like her doesn't even care about her pimples - but my young and beautiful ex-date (should I just call her my ex-girlfriend?) does. 

So for the past few days, I didn't learn anything but the fact that I'm still in love with Song Hye Kyo, and that this fact is an unexpectedly surprising new record of mine which I should actually be proud of. Like I said before, I used to get over a break up in just a few hours. But then a day already passed since Hyekyo broke up with me, then another then another then... 

"Are you crying?" Kwangsoo asked as I helplessly whimpered with three popcorns between my lips. I wasn't looking at him because I'd rather focus on Juliet, but I knew he was judging me quietly. "Look I don't wanna judge you," he started and I knew what he was going to say because I knew him since we were seven, "but I'm judging you. Dude, you look uglier than me when you cry."

On the seventh day of the week, however, Kwangsoo almost gave up on comforting me. Fortunately, he remembered something. Something that I said in the restroom back when Hyekyo broke my heart. . .

"Fine!" He exclaimed, his arms slapping the air in frustration. He was standing in between me and my small TV (I picked it up on the street and obviously, it still works).  I was about to kick him from below when he suddenly grunted like a sumo wrestler and said, "You said you want to win her back, right?" 

I swallowed. At first, I wanted to deny the truth but my lips revealed it either way. "Of course," I whispered, pouting. I shook my head, forcing my lips to form into a small but genuine smile, hoping my previous pout wasn't too eye-catchy. Upon seeing my expression, Kwangsoo gave me a disgusted look. "What? I'm heartbroken but I don't want you to see how miserable I am, okay?" I said. 

"Sorry, man, but I think you should take a look at your school ID," Kwangsoo suggested, he looked like he was about to cry. Not because of a physical pain, but an emotional pain intended for me. Then he added, "You look like a clown who have just forgotten how to smile and I feel so bad for you," with his voice brittle and his face distorted as if he'd just eaten 1500 pounds of salt. "Why do you have to be so bitter?!" He ended with an exclamation mark, he was already shaking with rage and perhaps worry. 

"I..." didn't know what to say as I looked at his face that resembled a cartoon character who got sandwiched by a truck. 

Wiping his tears away, Kwangsoo looked at me worriedly again but in a calmer way with straighter body posture and face. "So you want to win her back, right?" he asked again and I nodded. "Okay, I have a plan." 

My eyes lit up with hope, feeling lucky that I have Kwangsoo as my best friend. "That sounds great!" I said excitedly, completely engrossed in his plan and forgetting the Romeo and Juliet movie playing behind him. Then I added with a toothy smile I couldn't help but make, "I have a plan too, but I don't trust myself, so what's your plan?" 

"My plan..." I could hear him tapping his feet on the floor as I waited for him to share his idea. But when he said in a very obviously nervous manner that: "My plan is your plan. What are you talking about?" My mouth dropped in depression when he said that. 

"But you said you have a plan!" 

"And that is your plan. Whatever your plan is, that is also my plan. Now what's the plan?" He asked, raising his chin like a boss. This kid really loves to steal my ideas. "Come on, tell me and we'll do it together," he said easily. He had no idea what was on my mind. It wasn't going to be an easy task. 

I gulped and closed my eyes, summoning strange things that would make the atmosphere at that moment thrilling and interesting. Then with my hands clasped together and my breathing steady but bad, with the windows wide open for the dust to fly in and the TV playing an eerie music, I said with all my mind and soul: "I'm gonna die for her like Romeo did to Juliet." 

"WHAT?!" Kwangsoo's scream echoed in the room, earning a bottle of beer thrown against the only opened window, sincerely from the neighbor. After recovering from my shocking plan and the neighbor's rage, Kwangsoo held on to his head and cried, "You mean I'm gonna die with you?!" 

I gave him a confused look for about twenty seconds of silence, before I answered professionally, "No you are not. You are not Juliet." 

"Oh," he said, a sense of relief visible in his face and clear in his voice. "I thought we were gonna do it together but good to know I don't have to die with you - but wait what? So you're really gonna die? Like kill yourself for her? That's your plan?! If that's the plan, then shouldn't she die first because she's Juliet and you're Romeo?!"

I laughed. "Of course not. I'm just gonna pretend that I'm dead so that Hyekyo will come back to me. She's gonna realize that she loves me after all." 

"Ohhhhhhh. So you're gonna be Juliet." Now he gets it. "And how are you gonna do that?" Okay, maybe not yet... 

I shrugged and then I smirked in victory. With my arms crossed, my face brightened up with excitement. I asked the idiot in front of me (whilst expecting a 'yes' in return), "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" 

"Actually, no," Kwangsoo replied, disappointing me and himself. "What are you actually thinking?" 

Even though I was slightly disappointed he wasn't thinking what I was thinking. . . I couldn't wait to tell him the entire plan.  I knew it was going to be exciting. 

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Hye Kyo POV

I've tried different treatments for my face from pimple ointments to homemade remedies to depressing myself and watching TV shows on Netflix while eating chocolates for days. 

For the past few days, I've received nothing but chocolates from my best friend and nuts from my Dad. Sure, the oil's gonna make my pimples worse but I couldn't help but love the taste of chocolate and nuts and just be the ordinary sad girl. I wasn't only sad because I had pimples. . . The truth is, I missed Song Joong Ki so much, my heart actually hurt more than my pimples. Speaking of pimples, why don't you guys at least pay a rent so I can buy more pimple ointments and try them all at once?! But I know that is not going to happen. Oh boy, I know. I just don't want to accept reality. 

Song Joong Ki was my first date! My first. . . boyfriend. I mean, almost-boyfriend (he never got the chance to make it official). And we were supposed to kiss after one month of dating! I was supposed to touch his abs after two months of dating! And I wasn't supposed to end it in just three weeks! But I did. Because of my pimples. Because of my pride. Because of my jealousy. Because of his perfection. 

Every time I watched romantic films, I would always imagine him kissing me and saying beautiful things to me like what the leading men would say to their leading ladies. 

The words "You're beautiful", "You're the only one", "I'll stay with you forever", and "You look pretty even without make up." My imaginations seem so perfect and easy because Song Joongki is exactly like the leading men in the romantic films I've watched. He was the only one who called me beautiful at