"But... why?" Her bottom lips trembled. "Did I do something wrong? Was I not enough?"

Minwoo mentally rolled his eyes. He had seen all this before and he had done this a hundred times, but it just seems that all girls were just the same. They all say the same things and they all react the same way.

"No," Minwoo lied through his teeth, putting on his 'sad' mask. "It's not you, it's me."

He loved throwing the old cliché lines, he knew it worked well and that it had the most effect. Truth was, girls were only exciting after a while. After knowing them for a certain amount of time they just all blur and mush together. They were just all the same. All of them, every single one that Minwoo had been with, had tried to prove that they were different from the rest but they all failed - because they can't just defy their nature. Girls are all the same. They all think the same. They all talk the same and they all want the same things. And because Minwoo had that knowledge he found it more than easy to get any girls he wanted.

He could turn on his overload cuteness if the girl that he wanted was into that. Or if she liked a 'fierce' or a bad boy and serious type then he could be that too. It was as easy as saying ABC to him - changing his looks and his personality just so he could have his ways.

"Please don't do this. I can change." That was when a single tear finally fell down her smooth cheek.

Minwoo stared at her. She had short red hair that stopped just below her chin, it framed her face very nicely. She had long cat eyes and a sharp cheek bones that made her look very intimidating when she was angry - which tend to happened a lot. This girl was famous for her hot temper.

Minwoo cocked his head and blinked at her. Yup, I sure I can pick 'em, he thought. The girl was pretty, sure. But she got boring way too fast, and that just wouldn't do. The main reason why Minwoo loved girls so much was because they entertained him. Even though it was cruel of him to just use them, he couldn't quite help it. He had the power to play with hearts and he didn't want to just waste it. And knowing that he was the reason behind her tears gave Minwoo a sense of triumphant and accomplishment.

"Hana," he spoke her name deliberately slow, knowing that she loved it when he did so. "It's not going to work out."

"I knew it," she croaked, wiping her face with the back of her sleeves.

Ah crap, Minwoo thought, that's my jacket. He had given it to her a few days ago because it had been cold. Girls were just stupid and seemed to go all heads over heels whenever he lend them his outwear.

"I knew you were going to make me cry. I knew you'd hurt me like this. My guts were just telling me..." She continued with a shaking voice.

"You should've listened to your instin