Kina POV:

"If I told you that I love you, will you change your mind then?" he asks me. I turn back around slowly not comprehending if what I just heard was true,

"What?"

"If I told you that I love you, will you change your mind?" he repeats.

I give him a cynical laugh, "Yah, is this some kind of sick joke? Because it's not very funny." I reply bitterly.

For a while he doesn't say anything, but he softly replies, "No...It's not."

I turn my head towards the front door and wipe off the tears from my eyes. "Please stop lying to me, I need to go back home and study now." I say. I hear him sigh behind me, not saying a word after that.

Moments later he says, "Okay. Be careful Kina and study hard. I'll see you around." and gives me a sad smile. I walk out the door and bow to him, 

"Thank you, and I'll see you around too. Maybe." I say and close the door behind me. I walk back to my apartment, not looking back once to his apartment door. As I walk towards my apartment, a flashback of the past plays in my head:

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It was my freshman year of high school when my feelings for Minhyuk oppa began to develop. How did it happen? I'm not so sure. Perhaps it was due to the patience he showed me whenever I fussed at him constantly back in middle school. Or it was possibly the kind words and actions he showed me whenever I was feeling down. He was the best friend I could count on, the buddy who always had my back. Or it was probably because as we grew older, he was slowly becoming a handsome guy with the same child-like smile that would melt my solid heart into a puddle. Whatever the reason, it made me crazy!

Back then, I'd write a few notes to him and find the time to stick it in his locker. It was something I did since we haven't seen each other often, and whenever something was troubling me I'd write to him about it in the notes. Also, it was an excuse for me to possibly run into him, which was rare because he was too busy at dance practice.

One day, I wrote a note to him because of troubles at home, and found some time in between classes to get to his locker. As I turned to the corner of the hallway where his locker was located, I abruptly stopped myself when I saw a girl standing right by it.

I quickly turned back around and hid towards the end of the hall, still peered over to see if she was still standing there. "Who's that girl? Is that Minhyuk oppa's grlfriend?" I mumbled to myself, getting slightly jealous. 

Suddenly a hand plopped on my head and startled me, "Oh Kina! What are you doing here?" a voice asked. I looked up to see Minhyuk oppa snickering at me. I smacked his hand away from my head and fixed my hair,

"Yah! Why do you keep scaring me outta nowhere? You know I hate when people do that, especially you! You dumbo!" I fussed at him. He laughed and flashed the most adorable smile that always made my heart melt along with his cute dimples,

"Aish, this crazy girl! I'm sorry, please forgive me!" he clasped his hands together and profusely bowed to me.

I rolled my eyes, "Stop that! You're being really annoying. Anyways, I was going to drop this off in your locker, but there was a girl standing there. So I had to hide." I said. He looked up to see what I was talking about and sighed,

"Ahh~, yeah...it's that time of year isn't it? Valentine's Day." he said.

I gasped at the mention of Valentine's Day, "Oh! Is it really? Oh my god, I totally forget!"

He laughed and shook his head, "You would be the one to forget Kina. Well, since you forgot, I guess I'll get nothing from you then." he teased. Getting fully embarrassed at this point, I punched him hard in the upper arm...only to hurt my own weak fist,

"Ouch! You're arms are tough, I might get a bruise if I do that again!" I said rubbing my wrist to ease the pain. He suddenly grabbed the sore hand gently and examined it. I started to blush when I saw his hand holding onto mine, but he didn't seem to notice,

"You'll be okay. I don't see anything wrong with it. Sorry for that though, I've been working out so my dance moves can be perfected." He said nonchalantly, letting go of my hand. I looked down on the floor hoping that my flushed face wouldn't be seen. I then remembered about the note and hand it to him,

"Oh! Since you're here now, I'll just give this note to you." I handed it to him then quickly added, "And no, this is not a love letter. Remember that I completely forgot that today is Valentine's Day."

He took the note and grinned, "Alright, I'm disappointed that I'm not getting anything from you, but that's okay. This note will do." he teased. I averted my face to the other side of the hall as I felt my face flushing again, this time I wasn't so quick at hiding it,

"You're face is turning really red. You alright?" he asked.

I nod my head, "Yeah, I'm fine. Anyways, good luck with your dancing, and I'll see you around. Bye!" with that, I ran away to the library to distract myself from my own embarrassment. "Damn it! Now he might think I like him! NO!" I mumbled to myself as I studied for my next class. Luckily, he didn't seem to catch on and we still remained friends.

Unfortunately, that was the first and last time I actually liked someone. A few days later, my parents filed for a divorce and from then on, I learned to be brutally heartless.