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Nayeon shouted through the screen door, "Minho, baby, come on out and meet the boy I been telling you about!" She stepped back outside and talked to Jisung while they waited for Minho. They were alerted to his presence when they heard the screen door banging against the doorframe as it didn't latch properly. 
                          
Minho saw his aunt sat on the concrete next to a boy about his age with tanned skin and sun-bleached hair, wearing no shoes. Nayeon smiled when she saw her nephew and patted him on the shoulder. "You two have fun," she said, "If you come inside in half an hour I'll have some fruit and maybe cookies, if you're lucky." 
                          
"Thank you, ma'am," the new boy said, nodding politely. Once Nayeon was inside, he patted the ground beside him and looked up at Minho. Minho awkwardly sat down and tried to think of something to say, but before he could even open his mouth, he heard a voice teasing him. "So, 'Minho, baby'," said the boy, repeating Nayeon's nickname. "You're not from around here. What brings you out?" 
                          
Minho sneered. He already didn't like this boy. "Is everyone around here so nosy?" He spat, "Mind your business. It doesn't matter why I'm here." 
                          
"Oh, forgive me for being so rude," the boy said, rolling his eyes. "My name is Han Jisung. I live just down the street. See, you can see my house across the lake." He pointed, but Minho was unsure what exactly he was looking for, so he only nodded in response. 
                          
He wasn't the king of hospitality, but he was no heathen either, so Minho halfheartedly introduced himself. "Lee Minho. I'm from New York." 
                          
Jisung was preparing a snarky comment for the city boy, but held back when he heard Jeongyeon shouting, "Boys, come in for snacks!" 
                          
"That was early," Minho muttered. 
                          
"Miss Nayeon is a good cook," Jisung announced, "And she works fast, too. Always a favourite at the church bake sale, she is." 
                          
Minho rolled his eyes, not even caring about seeming polite. This boy was annoying, and Minho already knew he'd be seeing far more of Jisung than he'd like.