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   Jimin and our other friends were eager to go to Younghyun's VIP afterparty and although I was very wary of whatever Younghyun had planned, I wanted to congratulate the boys. Some of the band's friends had also been invited to the after party. Once at the house we chatted in groups in Younghyun's sitting room. Music played and we couldn't help but dance along. I saw Younghyun on the other side of the room slowly making his way across.
           He prowled over with such purpose that the crowd that surrounded me began to disperse almost clearing the way for him. As everyone drifted away I looked around for Jimin and grabbed her arm, but she indicated to Jae who was holding her hand, leading her off. I turned around when I felt a tapping on my shoulder. "You enjoyed the show?" Younghyun smiled at me. "Of course," I replied. He took my hand and started to dance, I let him, it was better then him trying to kiss me. I kept a good distance between us, forever cautious of his movements. After a while he leaned in so he could whisper, "can we go somewhere quieter and talk, please."
        I reluctantly let him lead me to the hallway. We stood opposite one another, a good distance apart. "You can admit that you like me now, Abi." He took a step towards me. Closing the distance. I just shook my head. "I don't." My voice broke as I replied. "Look me in the eyes, and tell me you don't like me, and I promise I won't bother you again, ever." I looked down, why did he have to make me do this. I didn't like him, I couldn't, he was against everything I stood for, against every cell in my body. "I don't like you, you're mean and manipulative and rude and-" I stuttered. He stepped ever closer and I stepped back too so I was against the wall. He placed his hand gently under my chin and lifted my head. "You have to look at me, say it again."
              I took a deep breath in and out and studied his face. He was looking at me expectantly. I wondered if he'd ever even gotten turned down before, and if he could really like me.. No, He was just a fuckboy right? I thought of all the countless spoilt, rich boys just like him that I had encountered in my last school. They wanted everything and they got everything they wanted, they couldn't take no for an answer. Younghyun was just like them, right? I cleared my throat and looked deep into Younghyun's eyes. "I don't like you."
            I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth but it was too late. Younghyun stepped back and shook his head in disbelief. I searched his eyes for any compassion or kindness but all I found were tears glistening in the dimness of the hallway, waiting to fall. Before I could say anything else Younghyun turned and walked out the front door.