You slowly crept into school, glancing around to check whether the kingkas were after you, ignoring all the what-the-hell-are-you-doing look from the other students, you rushed to your locker. 

You cracked open your locker, and your eyes popped out. Books- your books that were torn fell out, worksheets which were crumpled and scribbled on fell out also, your notebooks which were doodled on fell out too. *The kingkas!* 

Your eyes burned in anger, *How did they find out my pin?!* Squatting down, you picked up what's now, trash to you. Tears blurred your vision, you really wanted to curse right now, but you held it in.

With everything in your hands, you walked to the nearest bin, pushing everything inside. *There goes my money and hard work...* You slumped beside the dustbin as tears poured out of your eyes, burring your head in between your arms, you sobbed harder. 

Woohyun who was walking down the hallway spotted a familiar figure, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. *That girl... The one who slapped Myungsoo, interesting... But why is she crying?* He walked over and squatted down in front of you. 

"Yah." He spoke. 

"What? Fu- Go away." You shooed him under your breath. 

*Why do i even bother?* He wanted to walk away, but there was something about you that drew him to you...

"Hey... Stop crying, look!" 

Slowly you pulled your tear stained face out of your arms and saw Woohyun doing a handstand in front of you, his face, red. Probably filled with blood, he looked... cute. 

"I'm not going to get down until you stop crying!" He said, making you chuckle a bit and wipe your tears away. *At least one of them has a nice heart...* Seeing you smile, Woohyun's lips unconsciously curved upwards too before getting back into standing postion, holding a hand out. 

"Are you going to sit there all day?" He asked, giving you a small smile. You blushed and slipped your soft hands into his, electricity buzzed through his whole body. 

*Damn! What has this girl done to me...* He thought. 

"By the way, Myungsoo asked me to tell you to meet him at classroom 239 at 4 later..." He broke the moment. 

You let go of his hand, "For what?" 

He just shrugged, "He's not going to kill you, trust me." 

*If he kills you, i'll kill him ba- Yah Nam Woohyun, killing your best friend for this random girl?! You crazy?!* He mentally slapped himself.