"How can I be so dumb?" You placed your hands on your hips and looked at the highest book you can ever see. "I don't need help? Seriously? How can I get that book then? God Minjung, you're such a ." You scolded yourself. From the other side of the shelf you were facing was a boy who was secretly laughing at how you were fighting with yourself. He took a book from his eye level and peeked at the narrow space. All he can see was your hair which told him you were just up until his shoulder.   So she really is small? He smiled and placed the book back. Yongguk's going to get mad. I'm late!    "Whatever." You rolled your eyes and kicked the shelf softly before walking away. What are you going to do now? You can't just walk out of the library and leave your report for tomorrow to give out a speech by itself. "I hope Youngjae's still around." You bit your lip and hesitantly left your valuables inside.   "So you really did want my help." Your friend said and gave you an I-know-it smile. You just scoffed and smacked his head before dragging him inside the library. He took the book you were previously trying to get when you abandoned his help and gave it to you. "You're welcome."   "Thanks." Youngjae snickered and followed like a puppy to your table. You placed your pen in between your lips and started turning the pages, irritating the guy in front of you because you were kind of noisy and just annoying with your mumbling. "How come you're still in school?" Thank god you are though.   "One of the guys asked me to accompany him somewhere, but then I didn't want to so I ditched him and hid until he got sick of looking for me."   You shook a head and started writing on a piece of paper. "And who is this guy from 'one of the guys'?"   "My classmates." He shrugged. "One of them, I mean. We're not even close. But you know guys, they get along well. Not like you girls..."   You stopped writing and slowly looked at him, giving him the tiger look he was scared of. Youngjae grinned and looked elsewhere, trying to avoid your deadly glare but he can still feel it boring through his forehead.   "That girl doesn't belong in this world if that's what you're trying to say." You put the pencil down and thought about what happened this morning.   "Look what you've done!" You looked surspised yourself too. Here you are standing in front of three girls, one of them, the one in front of you had her shirt spilled with hot chocolate because of you. It's not really your fault though, Youngjae was talking to one of his classmates and was walking backwards when he accidentally bumped you, causing you to jerk and the girl passed by. Now she's looking at you like a dragon and you gulped. "Aren't you going to do anything?!"   "I'm really sorry I- I didn't mean to-"   "This shirt costs me a hundred bucks, you know?!"   "I don't know I swear!" You let the cup fall from your hands and you raised them up. "I'm going to repay you, somehow. Please just let us go. We didn't know this is going to happen!"   "You can just wash it?" Youngjae pointed out, his gaze on the stain. The girl snapped at him and he backed away, raising his hands like you. "Or maybe not. Yeah, just scold her!"   "What the hell?"   "What's going on?" One of the teachers heard the commotion and stepped in. The five of you froze, Youngjae's classmates pretended they weren't in t