You were having a good day at school so far, and then you saw him and he runined it. You walked down the hallway and saw Choi Junhong, the person you despise the most. You know he doesn't like you either. He just makes you so mad. Ever since elementary school, he's picked on you everyday and you couldn't stand it. Eventually, you had enough and you punched him in the face during recess. You got in trouble of course, but it was definitely worth it. He stopped picking in you after that, but when you got to high school, he started doing it again. You ignored him all this time until senior year, but he doesn't give up. You were at your locker and Junhong was about to pass you. "(Y/n), why are you so ugly?" He asked. "Me? Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Honestly, you didn't think he was ugly, he was actually very handsome, but he could never know you thought that. "I couldn't, you broke it." He said. You slammed your locker shut. "You want to get kicked in the throat?" You asked. "You can't even reach up here." He said looking down at you. You swung your leg up but he caught it and twisted you around. "Yah! Let me go!" You yelled. He pushed you into the lockers and threw your leg down. You turned to face him. "I can't stand you!" You yelled. "I can't stand you either!" "Then why do you always mess with me?" He paused. "Because." He said. "Because why?" He stayed quite. "Whatever, I'm going to be late." You turned to walk away but Junhong grabbed your wrist. "Because I like you." He said. You looked at him. "You like me?" You asked. "Yeah, why do you think I always pick on you?" "You picked on my because you like me?" You were still in shock. "Yeah, are you that oblivious?" "I guess so. But why didn't you tell me in the first place." "I don't know." Your raised an eyebrow. "Fine, well when we were in the 4th grade, you said you liked bad boys, so I tried being one but you didn't notice me so I had to do something to get your attention, and I guess I just didn't stop. But when you punched me I realize maybe I was doing it wrong. When we got to high school, you got so much more beautiful and I remembered how much I liked you and picking on you was all I knew, so I did it again." He said. You started laughing. He blushed. "Why are you laughing?!" "Because, first of all, I was 9 when I said thay, I didn't know what I was saying. Second of all, I think it's funny how a 14 year old boy at the time doesn't know how to talk to girls, and here you are at 17 and still don't know how to talk to them." "What can I say?" The bell rang. "Looks like we're late. Sorry for holding you." He said. "It's okay, I can afford one tardy." "Well, how do you feel about me?" He asked. "Well, I'm not gonna lie, I did like you, but you picked on me so I thought you didn't like me and you made me." "I'm sorry for everything I put you through." You sighed. "I don't think a simple apology will help the years of torment." You said. He thought for a minute. "Let me take you out to dinner." He said. "Mmm..." "Please." "Okay." He smiled. "Okay, it's a date." He said. "A da-" He ran off. "I'll pick you up tonight at 6! Dress casual!" "Wait!" He ran around the corner. You just smiled. "A date." You whisper.
