There is an interesting boy from our school, his name is Byun Baekhyun. He is always friendly with everyone, and everyone likes him. He is the type that will popularity contest if there is ever one in our school. 

Initially, I used to find him irritating. He was always loud, and boisterous, making scenes wherever he went. Yet, he is always on a good term with teachers and his peers despite his loud personality.

During our freshman camp, he was talking to strangers as if they had known each other for a very long time. I was with my group of friends, quietly observing everyone. He had a wide grin on his face as he went around to each group, saying his greeting and introducing himself.

He came over to my group as well, and I pretended that there was something interesting in my phone and avoided looking at him. But I was listening to what they were talking. 

He was introducing himself to them, and that was when I heard his name very clearly. It was Byun Baekhyun. A very pretty name. He then proceeded to tell my friends that he wished to have an enjoyable year as same year mates. 

He stood there for awhile, and lingered around us. Whenever I glanced at the floor, I still could see his leather boots fidgeting around our group. 

I couldn’t help but to wonder if he had taken a liking to one of my friends and perhaps, he wanted to ask their number. It could be. 

“Hey,” He said. Jiyeon patted on my shoulder and I looked up at her. “Don’t be a rude little piece of , he’s talking to you.” She said. She was always the crude one in our group, and she wasn’t even hiding this.

I looked at him, this time I managed to properly observe his face. He had a nice boyish face, the type that girls would fawn over. 

“Do you need anything?” I asked coldly. 

He chuckled nervously, and scratched his nape. “I-I was introducing myself to my batch mates, and I was wondering if I could get your name. My name is Byun Baekhyun.” 

“So what you are telling me right now is that you have the mental capacity to memorise 3000 names from our batch?” I scoffed. 

“I-I am trying my best to remember. Well, if I don’t remember, I would ask for your name again, that’s if you don’t mind telling me your name again.” Baekhyun laughed nervously.

“Just tell your name already, god damn it, Choi Yuna. Is it very hard to be nice to people?” Jisung, one of my friends, hissed at me. 

“What if he is some kind of a freak?” I muttered under my breath.

He seemed to have heard what I have said, as he chortled nervously. “I am definitely not a creep or a freak so you can be rest assured.” He smiled awkwardly at me.

“Right. So I am Choi Yuna. Guys, I am going to get a drink, is there anything you would like to drink?” I asked my friends, unconsciously ignoring the guy who might have mustered all of his courage to ask for our names. 

Freshman camp was absolutely boring. I didn’t understand why people were getting excited over simple games. I got up from my seat and quietly left to take a walk around the campus where our freshman camp was taking place at.

The campus looked eerie at night, and as I walked further away from the camp, the quieter it had gotten. I could see a classroom where the lights had been switched on. It seemed that someone else was getting bored with the whole camp and had decided to flee just like me.

Out of curiosity, I slowly walked over to the classroom was and peeked inside. To my surprise, it was him; the guy who went around introducing himself to everyone.

He seemed to have heard my footsteps, as he turned his head around to look at the door. 

He looked as surprised as I was to see each other.

“Hey, Yuna.” He greeted chirpily. I thought he would have hated me since I was treating him coldly but he was still cheerful. “Is it alright for me to casually address you?” He asked me carefully.

“Sure, why the hell not.” I shrugged my shoulders as I joined him at the window. We both stared out of the classroom and stared at the night sky. “And you really remembered my name.” I noted.

“Well, I tried my best.” He tittered. 

“So why is a guy, who was trying to get everyone’s names, is here instead of socialising with people?” I asked, and quickly added in, “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“To take a breather.” He laughed. “Everyone has been trying to talk to me, and I wanted to give my brain a little rest.”

“Right, it must have been exhausting.” I nodded my head.

“Is that why you are cold to people?” He raised his eyebrows. “Because it’s exhausting to socialise with people?”

“It’s one of the reasons, but the main reason is that I don’t trust people.” I said. “I don’t want to accidentally let in someone that will just hurt me.” 

Baekhyun nodded his head, “Well, if I have the ability to know who might hurt me in the future, I certainly wouldn’t allow the person in my life either. But you know, you don’t know how the future is going to turn out and that’s why you should just gamble with it.” 

“Is that why you went around asking people for their names?” I scoffed.

“I have my own reasons for that.” Baekhyun chuckled nervously. “Anyway, we should go back now before anyone realises that we are missing and I know for a fact that the seniors make a killer fruit punch. So do you want to drink fruit punch with me?” He asked.

“Sorry, I am not a fruit punch kind of person. I am more of smoothie type of girl.” I said, and walked back to where the camp was.

It seemed that everyone was taking a break, and so I went to my group of friends.

“Yo, Jiyeon. What’s happening afterwards?” I asked. Jiyeon handed me a cup, and I looked down at the pink liquid in the cup weirdlu. “Don’t tell me this is the fruit punch made by the seniors?” I questioned.

“We are going to play a game again, I think it’s truth or dare. And apparently we are going to mix our groups again. And yes, this is the fruit punch that everyone is raving about. I heard they added in a bit of soju and that’s why it tastes so good.” Jiyeon answered while drinking her own fruit punch.

“I hate fruit punch.” I grimaced. 

“Stop being a whiny little and just drink, oh my god. Fruit punch is the best for summer.” Jiyeon rolled her eyes.

I chuckled, and tried a sip of the fruit punch. Surprisingly, I liked it. It wasn’t too diluted nor too strong in its taste and it was quite refreshing. 

My eyes landed on a familiar person who was chatting with people, smiling at them politely. I looked down at my cup of fruit punch then back to the person. Yea, this fruit punch reminded me too much of him. 

Somehow, unluckily, he turned to face my direction and our eyes met with each other. He must have noticed that I was holding a cup, as he mouthed to me, ‘It’s nice, right?’ 

I looked at him, and couldn’t help but to smile and nodded at him. The fruit punch tasted really nice.

After a few minutes or so, one of the seniors finally announced that we were continuing with the program for the day. They then flashed the groupings on the visualiser and we scrambled up to find our group. I reluctantly walked towards my grouping and yet again faced another sea of new faces that I wouldn’t bother memorising.

“Hey, Yuna! We meet again.” Baekhyun chirped beside me.

“Oh, no. You again.” I let out a fake groan. 

“I heard we are playing truth or dare.” He said. 

“Yep.” I nodded my head.

“I don’t like that game,” He heaved a sigh. 

I looked at him and smirked, “Why? Do you ha