‘‘Says who!?‘‘ You yelled. Hoya tilted his head and blinked his eyes on you ‘‘You want to be my partner, don't you?‘‘ He said, ‘‘Be my partner...ddong.‘‘

Woohyun scoffed and looked at you, ‘‘You might want to get a lot of fans. So, be my partner.‘‘ He then pointed at Hoya with his free hand. ‘‘Oy, you! Whoever you are. Get your own ddong. This ddong,‘‘ His index fingers went to you and you stepped back, ‘‘Is mine.‘‘

You grew irritated by their fight. Being the partner of one them never crossed your mind. And who are they to call you ddong? You gave each of them a glare, ‘‘Let go while I'm nice.‘‘

They obediently pulled away from you. You brushed your already wrinkled uniform with your hands. ‘‘I'm not going to partner with anyone of you.‘‘ You said and grabbed Seul's hands ‘‘Let's go, Seul.‘‘

Seul- who was still baffled by what happened- let you drag her to the exit of the door.

‘‘Han Jiseun, I like you.‘‘

Who wouldn't stop when you hear such a confession? You let go of Seul's hands and slowly turned around. Woohyun took a step closer to you. ‘‘I like you.‘‘ He smiled ‘‘So, will you be my partner?‘‘

You smiled and it made Woohyun's expectation to be your partner, grow. But you crossed your arms with a stern look, ‘‘Nam Woohyun, there are only three things I hate in this world.‘‘ You said. ‘‘One, money. Two, bugs. And three....you.‘‘ you pointed your index fingers at him. ‘‘So, what's the point of all these? Of course! None. I will never be your partner. So, whatever you say whether that is you liking me or you‘ll give me anything I want...that's not going to work.‘‘

Woohyun chuckled as he think back of what happened earlier. He never thought you would say that. But the fact that he said that he likes you wasn‘t a lie. There is something about you that made Woohyun like you even if he just seen you twice.

JB entered the room, drying his hair with the towel. ‘‘Hyung, you okay?‘‘ He laughed ‘‘Where you thinking about what happened earlier?‘‘ Woohyun looked up. ‘‘Oh? Ahhh, yeah.‘‘ He covered his eyes with his arms and took a nap, forgetting about those things.

You were twirling your pen on your hands while Hoya was tapping it on his chin. A smile grew on his face and he leaned closer to you. You leaned back and looked at him ‘‘Wae?‘‘ ‘‘Is it true that you only have three things to hate in this world?‘‘

‘‘Why? Want to add you in it?‘‘ You sarastically asked and started to scribble nonsense on the paper. ‘‘So, you don't hate me?‘‘ He raised his eyebrows. You looked at him and shook your head ‘‘I have million of things to hate. And no. I mean, yes! No! No! Yes? No? UGH!‘‘ You ruffled your hair. You slapped your pencil on the table and stood up. ‘‘I still hate you. Wae?!‘‘ You said and ran away.

Hoya shook his head with a laugh while getting all the papers and pencil before following you. ‘‘HAN JISEUN! We still have to write our song!‘‘