'Hey, emo boy.."

Jung Wooyoung, the emo kid at your school. He's an outcast, and people only know him for his...looks..and for how much of a loner he is. But all of his friends try to tell people that he's actually sweet once you get to know him..sort of.

You were an absolute spoiled brat ,but everyone at school loves you. For some reason...anyways, you believed you deserved everything from everyone, and knowing that Wooyoung was not one of your followers or admirers angered you heavily.

Today, Wooyoung was walking the halls, his eyes tired and piercings hanging from his bottom lip and ears. His eyes had plenty black eyeliner and eyeshadow, and his clothes had plenty of belts and buckles.

You were walking as well, holding your books and binder in your arms, all clad in pink and good jewelry. You felt a jolt in your shoulder, as someone bumped into you. A scowl immediately appeared on your freshly glossed lips as you looked back to see who it was.

"Hey, watch where you-"

As you saw that it was Wooyoung, your scowl deepened.

Wooyoung deadly stared at you, his eyes half-lidded and tired.

"What." He spoke in a monotone voice, raising an eyebrow.

"Apologize!" You stomped, crossing your arms like a toddler.

"Why? I bumped into you, not killed your entire family."

You scowled again, walking away to your class. During the passing period, you saw him again. He was touching up his eyeliner in the mirror of his locker. You walked up to him, slamming his locker shut and messing up his eyeliner.

"Ready to apologize yet?"

He turned around, the same tired expression on his face.

"No. Why should I?"