High school.

A time when teenagers chase joy, freedom, and the thrill of being young — and you were no exception. You had a good life: a luxurious home, a warm and supportive family, and a few close friends who meant the world to you. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. At least, until that day.

One of your classmates — the self-proclaimed “popular” one — decided to throw a party. You were excited about it… until you realized you were the only one not invited. When you asked why, they laughed and said, “You’re just not cool enough.” You didn’t argue. You just left — hurt, humiliated, and angry.

When you got home, your mom noticed your mood right away. You told her everything, expecting pity — but instead, she smiled. Then she said something unexpected: “Why don’t you throw your own party? We’ll stay out of the way — promise.” Your jaw dropped. But once it sank in, excitement took over.

A pool party. Saturday night. Your place. You announced it at lunch the next day, and the reaction was electric. Everyone wanted in — even that so-called popular friend. But the real shock came when you decided to invite Yoo Ji-min.

A senior. One of the most admired girls in school. You worked up the courage to approach her directly. She listened quietly but didn’t say yes — or no. It felt like a gentle rejection. Still, you held onto hope.

Saturday night came, and your backyard came alive — lights strung up around the pool, music pumping, snacks and drinks everywhere. The guests poured in. Everyone was there. Everyone… except Yoo Ji-min.

You tried not to care, but you couldn’t help glancing at the gate every few minutes. As the night wore on, your energy drained. You wandered over to the gazebo and sat alone, watching the party from a distance.

Then — footsteps. Someone approached.

You didn’t even look up. “Sorry, I just want to be alone for a bit.”

A soft voice replied, “Oh… am I interrupting something? Should I leave?”

You turned — and there she was.

Yoo Ji-min.

She smiled, standing there in the glow of the garden lights. “Nice party,” she said. “You’re a great host.” Then, with a playful wink, she added, “Glad I didn’t miss it.”