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It was a fairly nice day when it happened. I would have to say that it slightly started in the morning.  I had met my best friend, Ahn Yoo Jung, in the morning and we were walking to school together, listening to our current favorite boy group, INFINITE.  We were listening to Last Romeo, when we heard yelling behind us. We turned around to see my cousin/best friend, Kim Jongin, and his best friend, Lee Taemin.

“Yah, Kim Soomin! Ahn Yoo Jung! Wait for us!” Taemin shouted. Jongin and he quickly ran up us as Yoo Jung and I patiently waited for them and we once again started making our way to school.

“Stop listening to all those monkey looking boy bands, they won’t help you in life,” Jongin said once he realized what we were listening to.

“Well, it’s better than that stupid rap you listen to,” I answered, rolling my eyes at him.

“Yah, yah, yah!” he said, bringing me into a headlock. “I listen to hip-hop, not rap. There’s a difference. And, I’m a dancer, arraso? I need the music,” he answers.

“Pft, like you’re gonna make it big. Does Imo know about this?” I question.

“She’ll find out Saturday night,” Taemin answered. “Jongin and I are performing in the talent show that night,”

“Jeongmal? Why didn’t tell me or Yoo Jung?” I ask, looking at Jongin.

“I wanted to surprise Umma and you, but not anymore. Thanks, Lee Taemin!” Jongin answered, giving his friend a look. “Anyways, do you guys want to come over tonight for dinner? We don’t have school tomorrow,” Jongin asks, looking at the three of us.

“I can’t. Baekhyun and I are going on a date,” Yoo Jung answers.

“Sure, I’ll come, “ Taemin answers. Jongin gives me a pleading look.

“Arra, arra, I’ll come,” I give in to his pleas. As we turn to walk through the school gates, Jongin grabs my hand, stopping me next to him.

“I’m only trying out ways to get my cousin and best friend together,” he whispers into my ear with a smirk before running ahead of me.

“YAH, KIM JONGIN!” I shout as I felt my face turning red. I start running after him when I felt arms wrap around me, hindering me from following him. I look up to see a face oh-so-similar to my own cousin’s.

Lee Taemin.

“You know, I don’t think it’s worth chasing him,” Taemin chuckles. I was about to defend my actions when he continues speaking again. “Jongin is too pretty to hurt,” he comments, pointing uphead where Yoo Jung was making a flower crown for my cousin, while her boyfriend, Byun Baekhyun, was taking pictures of him posing. “He’s a flower boy,” he laughed.

“Oh, and you’re not?” I question him. “If anything, I would think you’re a little worse than him. You’re like a…”

“I’m like a what?” he challenged, playful glint in his eye, a smirk on his face.

“A pretty boy,” I finish. “Lee Taemin is a pretty boy,” I smirk at back at him.