The next morning, Miyoung dreaded walking into class; she still couldn't believe what she had gotten herself into, and she wasn't ready to face him, or his friends. However, at the same time she wanted to win. Soonji always said Miyoung was competitive, but she never believed it until 1st year of high school; they were in gym class, playing volleyball. Miyoung was so determined to win that she spiked the ball and it hit one of the other team members in the face, causing her to get a nose bleed.

Speaking of Soonji, how was Miyoung going to tell her? It was only the day before yesterday that they were walking home, bashing on him and complaining about his being a jerk. Miyoung wondered how Soonji would react, cringing at the thought.

On any other day, Miyoung would stop by Soonji's 1st period class, just to say hi before school started, but she didn't today. Instead, she took the long route to her classroom, avoiding Soonji's class completely. She needed time to think of a plan on how to tell her best friend, so she was going to try to avoid her as much as possible today.

Miyoung held her folders and books tightly in her arms, her nerves getting the best of her as she stood facing the classroom door. Her hand wouldn't move to twist the doorknob and enter class. She even tried counting to 3 and taking a deep breath, but she just couldn't. Her eyes were shut tight as she tried to regain control of her body.

She heard a quiet jiggle of the doorknob and opened her eyes slightly, looking up to meet eyes with someone tall and handsome. Her breath was slightly taken aback at his million dollar smile. "Aren't you going in, Miyoung-ah?" Chanyeol beamed brightly-he always had that smile on his face, and at one point Miyoung thought that was just his face, he was born with a permanent smile.

Miyoung's head was spinning as her stomach churned and fluttered at the same time. 'How dare he take to me so calmly!' she thought as old memories passed through her mind.

"Miyoung?" Chanyeol bent down at eye level with Miyoung, eyebrows creased as a worried expression formed on his face. He waved his hand in front of her, gaining Miyoung's attention. Once she snapped out of her daze and shook her head vigorously, Miyoung looked up at Chanyeol as he stood straight again. "Are you okay?" he chuckled slightly, locking eyes with her.

Unable to break the gaze, her breath hitched when at his chuckle; it was like music to her ears. Sweet, sweet music that tore her apart every time she heard it. "Y-yeah." she stuttered, finally breaking their gaze by looking down at her feet nervously.

He smiled even wider-if possible anyway- as he crossed his arms across his chest. "That's good," he began. "We never talk anymore, Miyoung-ah," he eyed her curiously, waiting for a response.

Miyoung couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that Chanyeol was actually working up a conversation with her, just like the old days when they were close. She creased her brows, looking at everything and everyone except Chanyeol. "There's a reason for that," she mumbled indecipherably.

Chanyeol leaned down slightly in order to hear her better. "Huh?" His eyes were wide and his lips were slightly pouty. How he looked at that moment reminded Miyoung of why she ever liked him in the first place; he had this cute and innocent image to his name, but it was always a mystery if he actually was innocent. Even Miyoung never knew that, and they were best friends for a long time.

Her eyes finally met Chanyeol's, locking gazes and unable to look elsewhere. His dark orbs so enticing, you couldn't help but get lost in them.

"Miyoung?" Chanyeol called for her attention once again, and once again she snapped out of her thoughts. He smiled at her, that smile from years ago that was always meant for her specifically. "Let's talk more," he declared, holding his long pinky out. "Okay?"

Miyoung was hesitant, trying to run her options through her head. She slowly started to raise her hand to lock her pinky with his, but she was stopped by a long arm being flung over her shoulder. She froze and looked up wide-eyed at Kai, who was looking at Chanyeol with sharp eyes.

Chanyeol's hand fell to his side as he looked back and forth between the two. "I'll be going to class now," he said calmly and turned to walk into the class.

Kai moved to stand in front of Miyoung. "Who was he?" he jerked his thumb over his shoulder in Chanyeol's direction.

Miyoung tip-toed to looked over Kai's shoulder at Chanyeol, sighing deeply and shaking her head. "No one." Before Kai could reply back, she squeezed passed him, her arm brushing against his, entering the classroom.

Kai just looked after her with curiosity. He wasn't stupid, he could clearly see there was something with those two, but he just shrugged it off and entered the classroom, letting his curiosity subside.

He took his usual seat in the back, waiting for the teacher to enter, and as usual, she entered right before the bell rang. Greeting the class briefly, she turned her back to them to begin writing on the board. Kai's attention fell on the back of Miyoung's head, a plan forming in his mind as his hand raised in the air. The teacher turned around, opening to speak to the class but stopping once she saw Kai's hand. "Can I move up?" he asked. "I can't see the board back here," He stared at the teacher, waiting for her to respond. After a long moment of thought, she nodded and motioned for him to move to a seat closer to the front.

Kai nodded and gathered his stuff, cooly flinging his backpack over his shoulder as he strides to the empty seat beside Miyoung.

She looked up at the tall figure sitting beside her, eyes wide when he began to put his stuff on the desk. "Yah, what are you doing?" she hissed quietly, leaning toward Kai so he could hear her whispers better.

"Sitting," he stated as he plopped on his chair with a small grunt. "What are you doing?" he leaned in close to Miyoung's face, only inches away. She pinked as she moved her face away from his. 'Why does he always do that?!' she thought with frustration. 'He gets too close.'

With a devilish grin, Kai faced the front of the class and relaxed in his chair, amused by Miyoung's stiffness. He just found her amusing in general; she was completely inexperienced, and he could tell. The way she became tense and nervous when he was around was a total give away. Then again, she was an odd one. One moment, she would be all nervous and scatter brained and in the next, she would surprise him with her confidence. He couldn't help but wonder.