Minzy's P.O.V

As the week progressed, the hectic schedule begun to take its toll on me. Tests, assignments, presentations, all piled up and by the end of Thursday I was barely alive. I checked my phone for my to-do-list when a message suddenly came in.

It was from an unknown number.

Curious, I opened it.

"Minzy-sshi," it read, "I hope you are resting well ever since that day. However I would like to remind you that the draft proposal for our collaboration would be due next Wednesday. So I hereby would like to ask you if you are free to meet up tomorrow afternoon to discuss about the series? And oh, by the way, don't get too embarrassed tomorrow when we meet, alright? It's perfectly normal that you wear red bras!"

I didn't even have to check the signature of the text or whoever it came from. Obviously, it was from that immature Kwon Jiyong. Feeling my cheeks heating up slightly, I fumbled about in my bag until I found what I was looking for.

Checking my organizer, I confirmed that I had nothing on for Friday. I sighed before replying his text.

"Alright then. We will meet at 3pm sharp at the rooftop garden. Do not be late, thank you very much." My fingers flew across the keyboard as I texted my reply.

Boy, this meeting is going to be very angsty.

The next day rolled by quickly. As soon as lessons ended at 2.45pm, I headed to the garden. I was already seated at my favourite seat, with my laptop out and all, and my tumbler containing my favourite coffee, when I spotted him in the distance. Taking a sip, I glanced at my watch.

"Not bad, you're on time." I muttered as the two 0 digits appeared after the number 15 on my watch.

He smirked as he put his things down and sat across me. "Playing angsty, huh? Seems like you really forgot what really happened last week."

I instinctively covered my white Goofy top with my jacket as his gaze looked me up and down.

"Not wearing a red bra today?" He laughed at my reaction.

"Pervert," I snarled as I shot him a dirty look. "How did you even-"

He cleared his throat. "Your white top was stained by beer, orange juice and tears, tell me how could I not?"

I coughed as I tried to change the subject. "Okay. Back to business. What ideas do you suggest for the series?"

He fumbled with his fingers before looking back up at me. "I really think my idea would work."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What idea do you have there?" I gestured for him to continue.

"Look, what would be more convincing and effective than the complete transformation of a... Uhm...." He stopped to glance at me, "fashion disaster to a fashionista! Tell me. Won't readers be interested in seeing you change? This not only introduces fashion, but at the same time, to let all the girls out there know that as long as they make the effort, they'll look good too!" He finished with a dramatic clasp of his hands together.

Somehow his idea got to me. It sounds nice... Getting a makeover. But then again, I like my fashion sense so why should I change?

"I don't see anything wrong with my fashion sense." I stated stubbornly, ignoring the stare he shot me.

"Okay. I'm not against you. Probably the first time I lashed at you gave you a bad first impression on me. But I'm a nice guy, really! Why can't you just listen to me and stop being so stubborn?"

I crossed my arms and showed the "I-don't-really-care" expression.

He finally said exasperatedly, "Look fine. At least we can pretend. We can pretend you're receiving a makeover, and at the end of the ten articles, you're free to revert back to your..." I glared at him, "Goofy... style," he faked a cough as he looked at my top.

I was starting to get convinced by him. Any expenses for this project would be covered by the school, so it's a free makeover... Meaning I can still spend my money on my books... So I guess this idea is fine.

"Alright then," I puffed. "But only for the ten articles. I like Goofy style, thank you very much."

He cheered as he threw his arms in the air. "Finally this is settled! Hooray!" His eyes creased into crescent moons.

"Then let's get started. What style do you think I would suit, Mr Fashionista?" My voice was laced with sarcasm.

"She would look good in anything, right, Minzy-sshi!"

An arm came out of nowhere and was wrapped around my shoulder.

I jumped at the sudden skinship and turned to face the person.

"It's you again?!" I shrieked, trying to unwrap his arm away from me.

Jiyong looked up from my laptop.

"You know him?"
"You know her?"
"You know each other?"

The both of us chorused in unison, then we exchanged looks.

"Woah woah woah," I finally managed to untangle T.O.P's arm, "you mean you know him?!" I exclaimed, looking at T.O.P then to Jiyong.

"Yo babe what's up." T.O.P said cheekily.
"He's... My good friend." Jiyong explained. "How did you two know each other?"

I frowned as I wiggled a little further from the smiling T.O.P. "Uhm, we met at the party," I said uncertainly. But to be exact, we weren't all that close, either. What's he doing here?

T.O.P continued smiling at me as he got out a packet of strawberry milk from his blazer.

"Want some, Minzy-sshi?" He offered as he stuck two straws into the mouthpiece.

I gave him a look of disgust. If it were anything I wanted, I wanted him to go somewhere else.


3rd person P.O.V

Jiyong watched with amusement as Minzy shot T.O.P dirty looks. Minzy tried to listen to Jiyong when he continued, but she realized she couldn't concentrate as T.O.P was consistently making sucking noises with the straws. Frustrated, she got up and walked towards Jiyong.

"I'll sit beside you instead," she shot T.O.P yet another glare, widening her eyes and parting her lips slightly when she scowled.

Oh gosh, she's cute when she does that! T.O.P sighed dreamily as he watched his goddess scrunch her eyebrows trying to focus on Jiyong.

On the other hand, Jiyong was confused as to what T.O.P was up to. He didn't know that his immediate departure right after class triggered the curiousity in T.O.P. Sensing something fishy, the latter decided to follow the former when he excused himself and left. And guess what T.O.P saw? His childhood sweetheart together with his best friend. It made him a little jealous, to be honest.

T.O.P bit his lip as his tactics did not catch Minzy's attention. When they were young, the both of them liked to drink strawberry milk from two straws, and compete who would drink faster. However, T.O.P's actions did not seem to trigger anything in Minzy.

The sucking noises finally stopped and Minzy happened to let her gaze over to the weirdo. Her heart skipped a beat as T.O.P stared back at her, as he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

Minzy was more than disgusted. "Jiyong-sshi," she finally voiced out. "Would it be fine if you ask your friend to drink his milk somewhere else? He's distracting me."

Jiyong shrugged as he nodded. "Well you heard that," he looked at T.O.P.

T.O.P decided to be stubborn. Why should he leave? So his buddy could have alone time with his princess? No way, man. He cleared his throat as he started. "Why not? This is a public place! I can be wherever I want! And I happen to like this seat a lot." He smirked at Minzy, with her mouth agape.

"Okay fine." Minzy got up. "Let's move somewhere else, Jiyong."

Jiyong agreed as he secretly admitted he did not like the way T.O.P was interrupting their discussion. Like it or not, Jiyong actually felt protective over Minzy.

T.O.P's face fell as his plan backfired on him. That wasn't supposed to happen! Minzy stalked off puffily, followed by Jiyong. The latter gave T.O.P a sympathetic pat on his shoulder as he hurried to catch up with the girl.

T.O.P sighed. I guess my plan failed.
He sulked as he got up, leaving the packet of milk on the table.

"Yah! Boy! Pick that litter up!" An elderly man shouted at T.O.P as he came over angrily with his broom.

T.O.P stomped back to the table angrily, picked up the packet of milk, and swiftly threw it into the bin. So much for the milk.