"Did you go see that girl today?" Miyoung asks, leaning over the couch to peak at my phone. "Who?" I ask. She ehales. "Don't play stupid. That foreigner girl who stole LeeJoon away" she puffs. Seriously? She's not over that guy even after he specifically told her how he felt? "You should spend your time chasing after guys who actually like you." I tell her. "I'm sure LeeJoon likes me...that girl is just in the way." Miyoung says. "She has a name you know." I sigh. "Does she? People like her have names? What is it?" she continues. "It's Rachel and her and Joon like each other. So you need to get over your little schoolgirl crush. Find someone who actually likes you." I tell her. She sighs. "Don't you like her? Can't you take over or something and make Joon available?" she whines. I turn to face her and flick her on the forehead. "Ah! OPPPA!" Miyoung shouts, holding her forehead.  "Don't think of stupid little schemes and cause trouble. Joon's finally found some sort of happiness. Don't take that away from him. If you really like him, let him be." I say. "Who said I was thinking of causing trouble?! It was a joke! And that really hurt!" Miyoung whines, still rubbing her forehead. "Don't joke around like that." I tell her, going back to my phone. "When did you become so protective of LeeJoon? You can't stand each other." Miyoung mumbles, crossing her arms. "I'm not protecting Joon, I'm protecting you, stupid." I tell her. She rolls her eyes, then turns to me. "Ya...Why do you guys hate each other anyway? What happened?" she asks. "I don't remember." I lie. Miyoung groans. "Why are you fighting if you forgot the reason?" she snaps. I say nothing because I did remember. How could I forget?

{Flashback}

"I told you not to get your stupid boyfriend involved." I snap at the trembling boy in front of me. "I didn't tell him anything! I swear!" the boy says. I take a few steps closer and he takes a few steps back, nearly falling of the edge of the roof. "How'd he know? He could sense it right?" I ask ,still walking towards the boy. "I don't want to fight. I-I just want to go home." he stammers. I laugh. "You couldn't put up much of a fight anyway." I say before my serious stare returns. "I was puched. In the face." I snap. "How are you going to fi that?" I ask him. "I'll do anything! Name it!" he says, looking behind him in fear. "YA CHA JISOO!" I hear a voice shout. I turn to see none other than Hong LeeJoon. "Well, well, well." I say with a smile, crossing my arms. "You're boyfriend's finally here." I add. The boy begins to speak. "He's not-" "Cha Jisoo get down right now!" Joon orders, obviously fuming. The boy looks at me for permission. I'm slightly amused. "You hear him. Get down. I'm sure you're used to that command." I laugh. The boy looks down, but does not budge. Joon rushes up to me, grabbing me by the collar. "Why are you two up here? What were you planning to do?" he growles, inches from my face. I push his hands away. "Don't worry. He wasn't cheating on you." I say. Confusion spreads across his face. "What?" he asks I shove him hard. "This is all because you had to go and humiliate me in front of eveyone." I snap. "Why do you keep targeting him? What has he ever done to you?" Joon asks. "He's just...him. I hate that." I say. Next thing I know, Joon's rishing at me, but not before I take ahold of the boy's collar. His eyes widen in fear. "Ya...ya..." he stammers, grabbing my wrists. I smirk. "I guess I should just end this now" I say, shoving him closer to the edge. "Stop this!" Joon orders. That only makes me want to do it more, so I do. "Stop what? This?" I ask. "No,no,no,no. This is way too fun to stop now." I laugh. "Stop...please." the boy whimpers, tears brimmig in his eyes. So he was a crier. Disgusting. I let go of his collar. "Pathetic." I spit before whipping around quickly. Fear flashes across Joon's face. "Hyung!" I hear the boy shout, then a sickening thud. My eyes widen but I don't want to turn around. I'm too terrified to turn around. Joon shoves past me calling the name "Jisoo" but I pay it no attention. I don't move. Did I just......kill someone?