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  “Excuse me. Sorry. Hey Wonwoo!” Chanyeol sifted through the crowd to find his classmates, handing them each a black invitation etched with neon yellow print. “Party on Friday! Be there. Hey ! You can come too!”   Hyeju sighed at the scene and slammed her locker door. “Only the second week of school and he’s already throwing parties. How many friends does he actually have?” She blew her bangs up in frustration, remembering the times when it was just her and Chanyeol in her bedroom dancing to BIGBANG’s new album.    “Someone’s a little mad,” Luhan muttered as a few of his papers fluttered to the floor with Hyeju’s dramatic action.    “Sorry,” she replied guiltily, picking up some of the sheets and handing them to the boy. “Why do people even care if he’s having a party? They don’t even know him.”    “It’s a party. You meet people there anyway. Haven’t you been to one?” Luhan scoffed, looking down at Hyeju. She glanced up quickly only to find his eyes glued to her own.    “Of course I have.”   “Really? With the braces and glasses and all?”   “What?” Hyeju hesitated. The only time she had ever had the two items were in elementary school and she made sure to delete every picture of her donning one or the other, or worse—both. “How would you know?”   “You seem like the type.”   “Well you seem like the type to be an ,” Hyeju started to walk away, but stopped and turned around. “Oh wait. You are.”    “Good one! So funny!” Luhan shouted after her, a smile creeping on his face.    “Luhannie-hyung! Come to my party this Friday?” Chanyeol approached his friend once Hyeju had left. Luhan turned his attention back to the grinning boy and grabbed the invitation from his hand.    “Sure. Whatever,” Luhan replied, giving him a simple nod. Once Chanyeol had walked away, Luhan scoffed at the paper and shoved it into his back pocket, saving it for the nearest trash can.      After another deep and self-reflecting period of writing workshop, Hyeju returned to her locker. As soon as she lifted the lock to open the door, a black paper sailed to the ground. Even before she picked it up, she knew what it was. Still, her hand reached out to grab the ominous paper from the floor and flipped it over.   Christmas House Party at Park Chanyeol’s hous