Mia here. Not MIA, Mia. And here's my story about the guy I found cute and tried numerous times to talk to finally talking to me. You'll be in for a ride with my best friends HImchan, Junhong and Jaz. There's the boy Daehyun too. And a couple of other unnescessary people coming along our way.

Himchan ignored me then, but I knew the guy. I knew he was sad, so when Yongguk called and asked what happened I wasn’t surprised. What surprised me was hearing my best friend sob. “Yongguk I need you to pick me up, I’m staying over at yours tonight.” I spoke into the phone as I reached over for a duffle bag.

“Catch a bus.”

“I’m on crutches. Are you going to be this way?”

“Get your boyfriend to drop you off.” He sighed.

“I don’t have one. Are you offering to take the vacant position?”

“I’m not joking, get Daehyun to drop you off.”

I had to stop at this. “You think we’re dating?”

“Rumour has it.”

“Well I’m not dating him. I’m injured and I need a ride.”

“I’d pick you up but the car is being repired. I’m serious it’s not an excuse. You’ll need him to drop you off.”

“Fine, make sure you have a free bed. Bye”

My finger hovered over the call button as I contemplated calling the neighbour. I may have been silent at what he said to Himchan but I wasn’t happy. Jaz helped me all the way from uni to the hospital, stay with me and going home together. Am I upset at Daehyun? Yes, I am. Will I get him to make up for it?

Yes, I will.

“Hey, you called?” Daehyun answered, uncertainty lacing his voice.

“Yeah, I need your help. Actually, you need to do something with me.”

“How is your ankle-”

“Listen.” I cut in, losing my cool a little. “I need you to pack a bag for a night and pick me up.”

“Mia you act as if this isn’t the most suspicious thing you’ve ever said.”

“Daehyun, I need to do this. Please.” I pleaded. A beat of silence later I heard a sigh on the other line.

“I’ll be there in ten.” He replied and hung up.

A man of his word, ten minutes later I was halfway down the steps when the doorbell rung. Balancing crutches on the stairs isn’t easy, but when your friend’s face is covered in worry and he rushes to help you it’s easy to fall into arms with reality. Reality being you’re being carried down the stairs and reprimanded for your stupidity as he lowers you into the car seat. I feel a fever creeping…or is that just embarrassment. I don’t know, but I know now that he was the one who moved me to the sofa this afternoon.

“Where are we going?” he asked as he started the car.

“To the corner store.” I replied, pulling out my wallet. “I need to buy some things.”

“And then?”

“Himchan’s house.” His lips were pursed with distaste, I knew he was against the idea. A woman needs to be stubborn when she needs to get things done.