Hyunjin rushed out of the classroom, tears in his pretty, piercing eyes, his fat lips twisted into a grimace of horror. His long, fluffy black hair bounced behind him.

“Otteoke…otteoke…” He mumbles in Korean. “What do I do, what do I do…”

He rushes through the halls. Hyunjin just experienced the most horrific, painful things a teenager could experience: heartbreak.

“Aigoo…no…this can’t be happening…”

He runs faster, breaths short and panicky. People looked on, confused as to why this pretty, feminine, popular boy was crying.

“We were dating…I wanted marriage…you dare to marry, not to have a stupid fling!” Hyunjin cries, his heart wrenching. He suddenly collides- with you.

“Whoa, someone call Love 119!” Someone yells out. “Daebak!”