Jiyeon's POV:

"Hey! What's your name?" 

"Now you ask me? Took you a long time," he replied.

"Sorry? So what's your name?"

He smiled cockily.

"I don't think that we're in a relationship where you should know my name."

Junhyung's POV: 

Photography club would start at five thirty. I wasn't even into photography or cameras, but I had to go.

*Flashback*

"Junhyung, want go to Photography Club with me at five thirty?" Yuri asked. She looked excited.

"No."

"Please. It will be fun. There's probably not going to be many students so you won't feel awkward."

"I'm not into photography. You're not either. Why are you going?"

Before she answered, I knew the answer. 

"Lee Joon?"  

Her cheeks turned red and she smiled.

"Do I need a reason? I just want to go. I bought a camera last week and-"

"Instead of photography, why don't you practice your dancing."

She looked down at her feet. I turned to walk away, but I couldn't move my feet.

"Yuri, I'll go. I'll see you there at five thirty," I said with my back facing her.

*End of Flashback*

The digital clock read 5:15 P.M. I got off my bed and made my way out the door. Photography Club would be near Cabin 3. It was strangely dark and the wind was strong. I slowly made my way past Cabin 10 and then saw a girl walking, holding a flashlight in front of me. She was walking in a fast pace and her shoelaces were untied. Suddenly, just as I had predicted, she fell hard onto the ground. I ran to help her.

"Are you okay?"

She looked up. Her face was covered in dirt, but I still knew who she was. Park Jiyeon. 

"I landed on my face."

"You are so stupid. Your shoelaces were untied."

"You think I didn't know? I just didn't want to tie it right now. It's so dark and scary tonight." She replied, annoyed.

I helped her to her feet. She had a few scratches and bruises on her legs.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Nope. It's just a few scratches and bruises," She smiled.

I glared at her. Quickly, I bent down and tied her shoelaces for her.

"Where are you going anyway?"

"To Photography Club."

Oh great. Even she was going. 

"Why do I have such bad luck?" I murmured.

"You should be more thankful for what you have." 

"Don't give me advice," I coldly replied. 

She stayed silent for a moment. I wondered if I hurt her feelings. 

"NO THANKS!" She shouted.