3. Alby x
"No." He states.
"Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow.
"You can't be a runner. You're a girl!"
I gasp shocked at the sexist remark and turn quickly on my heels and stride away.
"Y/N, stop." Alby pulls my arm and spins me around to face him. "I didn't mean it like that, you know I didn't."
"No, you stop! What a shuck-face. I can't believe you just said that! And you know what? It isn't up to you!" I threaten while running away towards the keeper of the runners. "Minho!" I shout and grab his attention.
"Hey Y/N." He frowns with a smile.
"Y/N come away with me." Alby mutters. "No Minho" Alby holds up a hand to the boy who was about to speak. "This doesn't concern you."
"Actually." I smile sweetly at Alby before turning to Minho. "It concerns you a lot. I'd love to be a runner."
"That's great. You'll be perfect with your long legs!"
"Excuse me?"Alby stutters.
"I meant for running!" Minho surrendered with his hands. "Geez Alby."
"So is that okay?" I ask quickly.
"Yes, you'll fit right in." Minho grins before pulling me in for a hug. "I'm going to talk to the rest of the guys." He leaves me with the last person I want to see. I turn briskly towards him and set my chin up in defiance.
"So. Minho is what I like to consider a supportive friend. Someone who understands what it's like. And you know." I start to walk away before turning to look at him. "That's an attractive trait." I smirk as I walk away, knowing the pain will come later.