PROLOGUE credit   As always, your last class of the day ended earlier than the usual as the lecturer seemed too lazy to always continue it till the end. He’s nice, but his subject was a hell and not to mention his homework.   You were waiting for your friend to come so you both can go home together inside the student’s lounge when suddenly, some of your classmates came and joined you.   “Waiting for Sunyoung as always?” one of them asked.   “How much I hate the fact... yes, absolutely.”   “You’re lucky then we’re here,” the only boy among them said.   “Yes, Sungjong-ah. Thank you,” you gave him a small smile.   “Hahhh... I’m so depressed right now,” Bomi, who talked earlier, sighed as she sat down beside you.   “You always are,” you joked lightly while she was making a pouty face to your comment.   “What is it this time?” the milky white skin Dasom asked carefully.   “You know how Kyungsoo always give me the signal and how he kept bothering me for the past months...” and she went blabbering about how sweet Kyungsoo was when he tried to catch her attention. And how he suddenly changed just when she started to like him back.   You weren’t really listening to what Bomi said as you already heard another version before. You didn’t pay attention to her stories as she was making it sounded a bit too much and you disliked it. She was making it similar to those dramas or romance movies—it’s just too much. Besides, you weren’t a fan of real love life stories anyway.   Well—you never had one before. That’s w