"Yeah, I know right?! I'm so sick of them taunting us." JIyeon sighed. "Me too."

"Can't they be a little nice?" Jiyeon still complaining.

You scratched your un itchy cheek. You remember what your father told you. "Well, don't you think they are just playing with us? To have some fun?"

"What? Fun? To them! Not us. We're the tortured one. And they are the torturer." Jiyeon made a face.

You bowed down your head. "Well, dont you ever think that they...like us?" you said the last part in a low voice.

"Like us?! Lemon, what's wrong with you? It's so obvious that they totally hates us. HATE! The opposite of LIKE." Jiyeon sighed as she glanced at you. "Who told you all of these nonsense?"

You looked up at Jiyeon. "Well, my father told me that they eventually like us...." Jiyeon laughed before you could finished your words. "~~~~~, of course he did. You are his daughter. He's probably just wanted you to be happy by saying all those positive things."

My eyes popped wide. "He did?" Jiyeon gave you a look. "Just don't believe what he said about Ze:A okay? It'll just gives you hope. And if it doesn't come true, it'll just hurt you even more." Jiyeon smirked. "Wake up, Lemon." Then we stopped in front of an ice-cream shopped, BerryLicious.

"Come on. Don't put your hope too high. It'll just make you hurt." Jiyeon put one hand on your shoulder. "I love you, ~~~~~. And I don't want you to be hurt."

You smile