"As a teenager, I had serious self confidence problems, just like you do now. Summer of 2015, I went back to Korea, hoping to visit some of my old friends there. One night, I met up with some of them at a cafe. There was another guy there, I hadn't ever seen him before. My friends said his name was Jisung and was a transfer at their school. So I welcomed him to our friend group, of course.

A couple days later, I got a text from someone unknown, inviting me to some sort of a party. I was so stupid to go. The moment I arrived, someone who I now remember as Jisung pulled me to the bar immediately, shoving a bunch of shots down my throat.

The next thing I remember was waking up in his bed the next morning, naked. He took advantage of me while I was asleep. I rushed out of his house at the speed of light. In the middle of the day, I got another text from him. It was supposedly an apology, and it invited me to meet up at the cafe so he could buy me lunch as a sorry.

Being the stupid person I was, I did yet another stupid thing. I went. Over that meal, Jisung and I got to know each other better. He complimented me with his sweet talk and charmed me. In the span of an hour, I had revealed my whole life story to this guy I barely knew.

Eventually, I developed a crush on him. I didn't go to school there, obviously, and I didn't see how he really acted. Jisung... was a player. He played with both girls and guys' hearts and dumped them the moment the other confessed. See, I didn't know any of this. I fell for him, hard.

The day before I had to come back to Australia, I gathered up all my courage to ask Jisung on a date. However, when I confessed my feelings to him, all he did was laugh at me. I remember he- he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. He told me I was too weird, and I would bring down his popularity and social status. All the confidence I had left was crushed and replaced with embarrassment. I walked away, trying to hold back my tears so he couldn't think of me as a crybaby.

Once I got off the flight from Korea, I headed straight for the pier. That was where I met Woojin for the first time. He saved me like I did you, and we became best friends." Minho smiled as he finished.

"So... no offense, but it's all good now, right? What's the problem?"

"The problem... is Jisung. He's here."

"Here?" My eyes widened as I shot up from my seat.

He nodded in response. "Yep. His parents moved to Australia. And now he's here, in OUR high school. What even are the chances?"

My mouth formed the shape of an O.

"I mean, I doubt he'll even remember me. Jisung's in your grade anyway. I just fear that he'll make the lives of the students miserable." He sighed and turned away.

"But what about you? Are YOU okay?" I worriedly sat back down.

"I'm... alright, I guess. It's just- ah, never mind."

"No, talk to me."

"It's just- just- He's right. And now he gets to shove it in my face every time I see him."

"What do you mean by, 'he's right'?"

"I mean, I haven't had a partner since the r-rejection. Maybe it's not just him. Maybe other people see me that way too, you know?"

"Nononono, I DON'T know, because that's not true. No one would think of you that way, it's Jisung's loss for not liking you back." I shook my head rapidly.

"H-How can you be so sure, though? How do you know they aren't disgusted by me too?" Minho stuttered, fighting back his tears as he spoke.

"I'll... I'll prove it to you!" I couldn't believe what I was about to do, my heartbeat increasing by the second.

Minho whipped his head around, confused. "How are you go-"

And so, I did the most sensible thing in that moment.

I kissed him.