Once was more than enough. It was tiring and actually extremely annoying. Luhan felt his stomach churn, as Nana described, for the seventh time, her encounter with Yang Byul High School's Prince Charming. Everything about her changed. Even her walk, as they clambered home from school, was a little too chirpy.

"He's so perfect, Luhan," she said, her eyes bright. He glanced at her once. She, as it seemed, had been infected with the disease that spread across high schools like wild fire: the love bug. Of course he knew Minho. Minho was the boy (unfortunately) in his class who every single person loved. He was a social butterfly who flittered around from clique to clique, as school president and also as the captain of the soccer team. As they were both lead athletes, Luhan and Minho had exchanged awkward, one-word conversations. He wasn't mean, or anything. Just bland. Flavourless. Far too perfect for Luhan's casual tastes.

"Come on, Red, he isn't even that great," Luhan said bitterly. There really wasn't any reason for him to be so worked up over this. But a sinking feeling grasped his heart like a vice, as if Nana was his own little secret and she was slipping far, far away from him.

"You're in his class. What kind of girl does he like?" she asked, biting her plump lower lip. 

"You want to know what kind of girl he likes? He likes flashy girls, who wear high heels and make-up, who are as pretty as models and way too girly for sports. He hates tomboys," Luhan blurted out angrily. He didn't know why he said what he said. Maybe he was jealous. Or maybe he just hated Minho's perfect guts. His overall expectation was that Nana would give an exasperated sigh, say she couldn't ever be his ideal type and head over to the park for a one on one game of football. Instead, her expression changed drastically.

"Really? That's who he likes?"

"Yeah. Girls like Kara and Lee Hyori. He likes them," he said awkwardly. Really, he had no idea what kind of girls Minho liked. He barely knew his favourite colour. All Luhan knew was that Nana wasn't exactly Kara.

A silence passed between the two. Luhan sped up, attempting to walk beside her.

"Dimples, I think it's time for a makeover. Are you any good with fashion?"

"WHAT?!" he exclaimed, almost falling over a rubbish bin. "You're kidding right?" Luhan said, regaining balance. He jogged up to Nana, who was still in a dreamy stance.

"No, I'm not. Haven't you ever realised that no boy treats me as anything but 'one of the guys'?"

"What's wrong with 'one of the guys'? I like 'one of the guys'," he said, sighing as they reached Nana's broken down apartment. It truly was a suburban building. With graffiti splashed across every corner, it looked like a gangster's hideout. Even though Luhan was worried about Nana living there, the rent was cheap, and she was strong enough to bash the living daylights out of anyone else.

"Are you coming in?" she asked, edging away.

"Nah. I've got extra training with Kris today. See you tomorrow though?"

Nana nodded. "Don't overwork yourself!" she called, before walking up to her apartment.

"Say hi to Taejun Hyung for me!" he called, a few metres down the road. After a minute's pause, he said, "And don't try to wear any make-up!"

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