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6

Wooyoung

"San! You've got to help me," I pleaded my best friend, who is laying on the ground playing on his phone.

He only snorted and shook his head.

"Nah, this is your date. You deal with it yourself," San says, concentrating on his game.

"What are you worrying about?" Hongjoong inquired, flipping through a book he is reading.

"He's going on a date with Mikyung," San explained.

"Yeah, and San doesn't want to help me decide what to wear!" I groaned.

The guys—Seonghwa, Yeosang, San, Hongjoong, and Mingi—suddenly intruded into my house without my permission, which is a bad thing because I have a homework-date thing with Mikyung today. I tried persuading them to leave, but they refused and made permanent residence in my house. I tried asking them to help me choose an outfit to wear, but they wouldn't help me. Not even my best friend Choi San, who is the fashionista among us.

"Come on, San!" I groaned. "You know how nervous I am! Why can't you help me?"

"Because I want to play this game," San answers, his fingers skillfully flying across the screen of his phone and turning his back on me.

I mumbled, "jerk" before concentrating in looking for an outfit. I decided to settle on a white shirt with the words 'I'm so tired...' written on it in black and in English, warm pants and a black furry coat. I slipped into the bathroom to put them on, and tied black sneakers onto my feet. I grabbed my backpack with my homework in it and got ready to leave the house. I glared at my friends.

"Don't mess up this house, and making sure no one else comes here uninvited," I warned, opening the front door.

"Goodbye, Wooyoung!" Yeosang yelled, waving his arms frantically.

"We promise not to break down your house!" Mingi called back, waving his arms as well.

I rolled my eyes and headed to the direction of KQ Café.

Mikyung

"Hey Mikyung!" I heard Wooyoung call my name. My heartbeat escalated as I looked up and saw him stroll inside the café, smiling.

I waved awkwardly back as he sat next to me. "Hi," I smile, scooting over to the left to make room for Wooyoung to sit.

Jongho appeared on the counter without any warning, his eyes wide. "Wooyoung-ah? You're doing homework with Kyung?"

"Kyung?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow.

"That's my nickname," I explained.

"I figured," Wooyoung nodded. "But you're close with Jongho?"

"I was about to ask you if you both are close," I chuckle. "Well, Jongie here is my cousin."

"I told you not to call me that!" Jongho groaned.

Wooyoung's mouth formed an O. "Oh, I understand the resemblance now."

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows. "What's so common about the two of us?"

"I hope it isn't your stupidity," Jongho muttered.

I threw an eraser at him, but he caught it and threw it back at me.

"Both your eyes are the same shade of brown," Wooyoung answers, smiling as I growled at Jongho.