"Well.. It would be nice if we were born with good look or wealth or intelligence or a good heart or-"

"Even better if you can have all of them."

Came a smiling Soonyoung. It was still so unbelievable that that boy was Mr. Number-One.

He was undeniably smart with a not-so-smart mouth, or maybe a little. But he was totally extremely cute, uh, maybe just cute, but he was not kind-hearted, absolutely not. He was smug all the time. He just always had the sharp words to kill you, your mood..

But Jihoon didn't hate him. You couldn't say that he liked him either. They were simply classmates..

So, when he saw that boy was beaten by a man, most likely his father, he couldn't help Soonyoung. He shouted out his name instead. That man seemed to come to his sense and went away in his oh-so-expensive car.

"Are you okay?"

Soonyoung looked at Jihoon with an unreadable look.

"Pathetic."

"Let's go to the hospital. You're bleeding."

"No."

Soonyoung walked away.

"Yah!"

"Leave me alone, Lee Jihoon. What are