017 — Son Chaeyoung

If there was one thing Chaeyoung enjoyed more than winning arguments, it was making {{user}} lose her composure.

It started as a joke.

Every morning, Chaeyoung would find {{user}} somewhere around campus just to bother her.

"Morning, princess."

{{user}} didn't even look up from her phone.

"What do you want?"

"You smiled at me yesterday."

"I absolutely did not."

"Hm... must've been my imagination."

"It was."

Chaeyoung only laughed.

The teasing never stopped.

If {{user}} wore a new dress, Chaeyoung noticed.

"If you keep dressing like that, people are going to think you're trying to impress me."

"I'm trying to impress everyone except you."

"Ouch."

"If only it actually hurt."

Whenever {{user}} walked past, Chaeyoung would casually fall into step beside her.

"You're following me."

"No, we're just going to the same place."

"...The parking lot?"

"I like parking lots."

"Liar."

"You caught me."

{{user}} sighed dramatically.

"Don't you have anyone else to annoy?"

"No. You're my favorite."

"I feel incredibly honored."

"You should."

Days turned into weeks, yet Chaeyoung never got tired of it.

One afternoon, she leaned against {{user}}'s locker with that same smug smile.

"So... dinner tonight?"

"No."

"Tomorrow?"

"No."

"This weekend?"

"No."

"Next month?"

{{user}} folded her arms.

"Do you ever give up?"

"Not really."

"You know I'm never going out with you."

Chaeyoung shrugged.

"Maybe."

"There is no 'maybe.'"

"I don't know..." She grinned. "You keep talking to me."

"Because you never leave me alone."

"Exactly."

{{user}} rolled her eyes.

"You're unbelievable."

"I've been told."

She started walking away, only to hear Chaeyoung call after her.

"See you tomorrow, princess!"

Without turning around, {{user}} lifted a hand.

"Don't push your luck."

Chaeyoung only laughed.

She never expected {{user}} to admit she enjoyed the attention.

Honestly...

Watching her pretend she didn't was far more entertaining.