Jiyeon's POV:

"Jiyeon, the program will benefit you. There's a dance class and piano="

"Dad! Why are you making things hard again? I don't want to-"

"Are you going to continue to give up your dreams? What happened seven years ago, your mom and Dongho.-"

I covered my ears with my trembling hands.

"I'll go! Please just stop. Stop bringing back the past!"

Five long minutes passed by.

Dad looked pained. 

"Jiyeon, I'm sorry. Don't go if you don't want too.

He felt guilty. I didn't want to hurt him anymore.

"Dad, I'm being immature. The program's just a month? Ok. I'll go." 

He stared at me with worried eyes, trying to read my face. 

I did what I do best. I gave my best fake smile and hoped he'd fall for it. 

Junhyung's POV:

The bell rang and I was dismissed from class. I headed for the front gate of school to give Yuri my present. 

"Yuri? KWON YURI!"

She glanced at me and smiled.

"Junhyung? What's up?"

"Let me see your wrist. Don't ask questions."

I grabbed her left wrist.

"Wow Yuri. Have you been gaining weight. Your wrists are the same size as mine."

She glared and pushed my hand off her wrist..

"No! My body is just swollen today."

I held in my laugh. Suddenly Yuri turned her focus away from me and to the dark blue benches. 

I followed her gaze and then I saw him. Lee Joon.  I watched her stare intently at him. He held a camera in his hand. 

I turned around and headed home.

It hurt to walk away from her when I had wanted to talk to her the whole day. Yet, that kind of pain could not even compare to the sting I felt when I noticed that she hadn't called for me to come back. 

Three Days Later:

Lee Joon's POV: 

With my camera and bag, I headed out of my house. Grandma watched me as I left.

"Joon, have fun. Be safe."

"I will. Go back in. You'll catch a cold!'

The weather was nice and the streets were silent. The bus to pick up students enrolled in Camp Talent would come at seven. It was six in the morning, but I wanted an hour to myself.  I arrived at school, but I soon realized I wasn't the first one. A girl lay sleeping on the benches, hugging her packed bag.

I walked closer to her. It was the strange girl from three days ago. This girl was seriously insane. How could she be so stupid? She was sleeping on a bench at six in the morning. Someone could steal her wallet, which could be easily identified in her left pocket, or kidnap her.

I glared at her. She was too careless. Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

"What the-" She fell off the bench.

"Good morning to you too," I said.

She fixed her uncombed hair.

"DID THE BUS LEAVE??"