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“Yah, Junhong-ah,” Youngjae said. “Stop staring.”

Junhong stepped on Youngjae’s foot, grinding his heel into it a bit. “Shut up,” he hissed, his cheeks turning bright red.

Youngjae winced, rubbing his foot. “That hurt!”

“It’s supposed to!”

“That’s not very nice,” Youngjae sighed. “I’m only trying to help.”

“Stop trying to help, then,” Junhong muttered. “You’re so obvious.”

“You mean you’re so obvious,” Youngjae said, rolling his eyes. “How long are you gonna stare at her like some sort of creep?”

“I,” Junhong huffed, “am not a creep. That title is reserved for Himchan-hyung.”

“I heard that!”

“…anyways.” Youngjae sighed. “You really need to do something about this.”

“But what am I supposed to do?” Junhong finished eating his lunch and started to pack away his things. “It’s not like I can just go up to her or something.”

“Ah, but you see, Junhong… that’s what you gotta do.”

~*~*~*~*~

“Yah, he’s staring at you again.”

You rolled your eyes at your friend and continued eating your lunch. “Shut up, he is not.”

“He totally is! I think he’s got this major crush on you, you know. The two of you would look cute together.”

“We would not,” you argued, but secretly liking your friend’s words. You’d had a crush on Junhong for a while, but you didn’t think there was any reason at all for him to like you back. You had this suspicion that your friend just liked to tease you about the whole thing, since she did it every day at lunch.

She just patted you on the shoulder, a smile on her face. “Stop acting so gloomy. You’re not ugly or anything, you could easily get a boyfriend. C’mon, we need to get to class.”

You began to pack up your things, glancing to the side at Junhong and his friends as you did so—his cheeks were red and he was yelling at once of his friends for some reason.

Smiling a little to yourself, you ran over to your friend, and the two of you walked to class.

~*~*~*~*~

“Hey.”

You looked up from the random thing you’d been doodling on the back of your old homework, seeing a guy standing next to your table.

“Can I help you with something?” you asked.

“You like Junhong, right?”

You said nothing, but the heat the instantly rose to your face probably said everything that the boy needed to know.

“I knew it,” he sighed. “That kid is just too chicken to do anything. I’m Youngjae, by the way. Do you mind meeting me at my locker after school? I’d like to talk to you about something.”

“Um… sure, why?”

“Just trust me. My locker’s on the second floor, G237.”

And with that, he left, leaving you incredibly confused.

What had he been talking about, ‘too chicken to do anything’?

~*~*~*~*~

“Hey, do you wanna go grab something to eat?” your friend asked as the two of you walked to your lockers.

You shook your head. “I’ve got something I need to do first, you can go on ahead.”

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow. “What’s this super important thing?”

“Nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, then how can it be important?”

“Ah… look over there! It’s Jung Daehyun!” You pointed over your friend’s shoulder, and when she looked to try and catch a glimpse of her own elusive crush, you made your escape.

G235… G236… well, here’s G237…

You finally arrived at Youngjae’s locker, but there didn’t seem to be anyone around. You leaned against the row of lockers, sticking in your earbuds while you waited.

“Um… excuse me.”

You looked up from your iTouch, seeing someone’s chest in front of you. You looked up to see their face, and saw that it was Junhong.

“I sorta need to get to my locker…”

You blushed, stammering some half-hearted excuse as you hastily moved away from the locker. He spun the lock around, trying to seem cool, but you could see that he was nervous and his fingers fumbled with the lock numerous times.

“Sorry,” you said, once you had regained control over your mind, “I was waiting for Youngjae.”

“Youngjae?” Junhong looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

You shrugged. “He told me to meet him here…”

As if on cue, Youngjae walked up, his hands in his pockets and a scowl on his face. “Junhong-ah, you .”

“What did I do this time?” Junhong cried, pretending to throw his textbook at Youngjae. “Nothing! Absolutely nothing!”

“It’s what you didn’t do, you idiot.” Youngjae rolled his eyes. “Oh,” he said, turning his attention towards you. “You came, good. This idiot likes you and wants to take you out on a date. Are you busy this week?”

“HYUNG!” Junhong really did throw his textbook at Youngjae, who ducked just in time. “I thought we agreed—”

“I agreed on nothing. You like her, she likes you, you should go out. My work here is done. Peace!” Youngjae flashed a peace sign before running off, mumbling something about ‘Daehyun owes me $20 now.’

The two of you watched him go, each mortified.

“Well,” Junhong coughed. “That was… awkward.”

You nodded. “He’s weird.”

“Um… so… do you want to go out with me?” he asked, biting his lip. “I didn’t know how to do this, and Youngjae-hyung can be pushy like that…”

“It’s okay, I’m not too good at this either… I’d like to though.”

He smiled, as though he were incredibly relieved about something. “Great! How about tomorrow? After school?”

“Sure, I’m not doing anything.”

“Perfect. I’ll… oh, I can’t call you… can I see your phone for a sec?”

The two of you exchanged numbers, and you grinned. “I look forward to seeing you later.”

“Same here. Do you… um… wanna eat lunch together tomorrow?” he asked, shuffling his feet a bit. “We could get to know each other better.”

“Okay. Is it alright if I bring my friend? Because you’re friends with Jung Daehyun, right? Well, a certain friend of mine has a crush on him, and I need to get back at her for teasing me…”