Your boyfriend asked you to come to your friend’s party, knowingly that you were not into extroverted events. He knew that you would refuse. So he went there without you. And you knew that your academic rival, Keeho would be there as well. He was a sporty, intelligent man. He would do anything to tease you, to outsmart you. You wouldn’t want him to embarrass you in a huge crowd.

Your friend, however, had a different plan. She said that it wouldn’t be fun without you, but what would you even do to provide fun in to her party? You’re an introverted person. A boring, isolated person.

But, you had to since your friend wanted you to.

You were wearing a simple silk, red, tight dress, excusing yourself from the crowd of people, trying to find her. Until your gaze landed to something unexpected. Your boyfriend was kissing someone else. Someone much more prettier than you, the opposite of you. You felt nauseous, you wanted to cry and throw up.

As you ran towards the exit door, you were bumping to a few people in your way, glaring at your pathetic figure. But one did follow you, you knew that, but you didn’t look back. As you got outside, you hid yourself to a nearby alleyway. You let your tears pour out immediately as soon as you feel comfortable letting out your emotions. But then you suddenly remembered you felt someone follow you. You turned around and see Keeho, hovering over you. You thought he was about to tease you, no— He looked furious.

“Who did this to you.” It was more like a command rather than a question.