I hate you, I love you

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10 years later...

"What?" Hyorin barked at one of her classmates as she stared at her intimidatingly. The girl grew quiet as she stood there, staring at the ground. "If you're not going to say anything you're wasting my time" she continued as she left. Myungsoo who was watching this little scene was shaking his head disappointedly. Hyorin saw him but walked past him. "Wasn't that a little harsh" he said to her. She stopped and turned to him "It could have been worse, and if you care so much. Why don't you ask her" she said as she continued walking. Myungsoo walked to the girl and stood in front of her. "Are you okay?" he asked. She looked up at him. "She can be a witch. Don't you agree?"

She nodded her head quickly as Myungsoo smiled. "Don't let her get to you. If she bothers you, just tell me" he said.

"What would you do?" she asked.

"I know how to get under her skin" he said. He smiled at her again before leaving.

Hyorin got to her table with her friends as she sat down. "What took you so long?" Seohyun asked her.

"Pests. Two of them" she said as she glared at Myungsoo who just walked in the cafeteria. They all turned and saw him standing there. "He's hot" Hyuna said.

"Please. He's not even a 5" she scoffed.

"That's because you live with him. It's only natural" Hyuna said.

"I gotta say. I agree with Hyuna" Krystal said.

"Changing the the topic. After school, I can't make it to the mall" she said.

"Why?" Seohyun asked.

"My parents are coming back today" she said trying to contain her excitement. She haven't seen her parents in a while now. When they come they're always busy, so she rarely sees them. "Isn't that what you said last week?" Hyuna said. Hyorin stared at her as Krystal nudged Hyuna's arm as she covered her mouth. "Mianhe" she said softly. Hyorin got up and left. The rest of the girls glared at Hyuna. "Why would you say that?" Seohyun asked.

"You know how Hyorin gets" Krystal said.

"I'm sorry. I forgot" she apologized. They groaned as they left the table, leaving Hyuna alone.

"Umma and appa are coming back today. You're happy?" Myungsoo asked Hyorin as they were in their car on their way back home. "Why would I be happy" she said coolly when on the inside she was doing flips. "It's been a while" he said.

"It's only natural for them to come now. My birthday's tomorrow" she said.

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot."

"I don't need anything from you so you don't have to remember."

They approached the house as they saw their parents car in the driveway. She smiled as she ran inside. "Umma. Appa" she called as she walked in. Myungsoo walked in after her as he followed her. She spotted her parents in the study. "Umma. Appa" she smiled. Myungsoo walked in behind her as he greeted them. "We have a surprise for you" her mom said as she went in her bag. "For Myungsoo" she said as she handed him a wrapped box "And Hyorin."

They both opened it. "You said your laptop wasn't working so we got you the latest model" the father said to Myungsoo.

"And Hyorin you said you played" her mother said. Hyorin held the guitar up and said "That was Myungsoo."

"Are you sure" her parents asked. She bit her lower lip before she walked out and ran to her room. Myungsoo went after her. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Why wouldn't I be okay. I mean my own parents don't even know what I like."

"It's an easy mistake."

"Whatever. This was obviously meant for you" she said as she held the guitar out to him. He looked at it as she motioned him to take it. He grabbed it from her. "Leave. I don't want you here" she said. He left her room and went to his. Just then his phone started vibrating. He looked at it and saw a text. 'Jaejoon. My parents came back today. You were wrong, they don't even know what I like.'

'Why don't you give it time. Didn't you say your birthdays tomorrow? Maybe they'll turn around. Plus, you have that Myungsoo guy' he replied.

Hyorin has been texting Myungsoo for a couple of years now. But she didn't know it was him. She thinks it's some guy named Jaejoon. 'Don't make me laugh. He's just some guy my parents let live here. We have no type of relationship' she texted.

'Try starting one up.'

'You're funny. I gotta go.'

He read it as he sat back in his seat. "Why does she hate me so much?" he asked himself.