Despite being annoyed at Chanshik yesterday night, I spent most of my free period asking my new friends (whose names I now remember: Yaehee and Jae-eun) about his brother, Park Chanyeol. While it didn’t seem like such a difficult task yesterday, I began to have second thoughts when I found out he was one of the most popular guys in school. To top it off, he was almost always surrounded by a group of friends composed of mostly guys and a couple of girls. And have I told you he’s three classes away from me?

“So why are you asking?” Jae-eun smirked as she asked.

“Wait, are you a Chan-fan?” Yaehee joined in.

“Am I a what, now?”

“A Chan-fan.” Jae-eun repeated, enunciating each syllable with emphasis. “It’s what we call Park Chanyeol’s crazy fan girls around here.”

“No. Psh. But seriously, fan girls?” I raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Yeah. He’s crazy popular for someone who transferred here in the middle of the school year just two years ago. And by crazy, I mean, ‘girls from other schools come here just to confess to him’ crazy.”

“Wow.”

“And he’s never accepted a confession from anyone. Ever.” Yaehee continued, drawing out that last word.

“Never?” I repeated disbelievingly. “What? Is he gay or something?”

Jae-eun burst out laughing, while Yaehee suddenly started looking around us worriedly.

“Honestly,” Jae-eun started. “I’m not sure. But just to be safe, don’t let anyone hear you mention the words ‘Chanyeol’ and ‘gay’ in the same sentence. Actually, just never use them together. At all.”

“But, you know, he’s actually a nice guy. He tends to look intimidating because of his friends, but he’s really nice to everyone. Like, I’ve never seen him get angry even once. And I heard that even when he’s rejecting girls’ confessions, he’s still super nice to them. Must be why he’s so popular.” Yaehee threw in, and I can’t remember the last time I heard the word ‘nice’ being used that many times to describe a person.

By the last period, I still wasn’t sure whether I should approach Park Chanyeol or not. But I highly doubted that there was a chance he would approach me first; and since I already promised Chanshik I’d help him, I just thought, Screw it. I’m going to move after a couple of months anyway. And quickly made my way to class 2’s room after the last period ended.

As I had expected, the class was in chaos when I got there--with most students already packing up their stuff and preparing to leave. I didn’t really know how Park Chanyeol looked like so I asked one of the friendlier-looking students making their way out of the room.

“Yah, Park Chanyeol! Someone’s looking for you.”

I made every effort I could so as to not face palm right then and there and put on my serious face as the guy broadcasted that to the class and I felt everyone’s gaze turn towards me. Some of the guys, his close friends I assumed, immediately started teasing him for it and I swear I could feel piercing glares from some of the girls in class. I watched as one guy made his way to the door, and I was surprised at how much he resembled Chanshik—which is a lot. He looked like he could pass off as his twin, if Chanshik had been three years older.

“Hey.” He grinned as he greeted me, and I could tell from the expression on his face that he was a bit surprised and puzzled to see me.

“I, uh…I have something I need to tell you.” I started. I had no idea why but I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes while I told him that so I looked at his shirt instead. At the same time, I hadn’t realized that the class had fallen silent and before I knew it, more students were erupting in hoots. I felt really self-conscious at that moment and I could feel my face getting hotter by the second.

Probably noticing, Chanyeol cleared his throat and asked, “Oh. Well do you want to go somewhere?”

My eyes shot up to meet his, and I noticed he looked quite embarrassed about the situation as well. Wait. Does he think I’m going to confess to him? I couldn’t help but laugh, and I watched him raise an eyebrow at my probably questionable reaction.

“No, this is fine.” I answered, giving him a slight smile. There were a couple more hoots and jeers from the class but I noticed that they too were quite curious about what I was doing.

When he didn’t speak, I continued. “I was just sent here to give you a message. Chanshik wants me to—“

“What did you say?” He interrupted me before I could finish. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, because he was looking at me as if he had just seen a ghost. Plus, if he wanted to know what I just said, he should have let me finish talking. I didn’t tell him that, though.

“I said, Park Chanshik asked me to tell you that—“

“Where did you hear that name from?” I would have felt annoyed for being interrupted for the second time had I not been frozen by the sudden change in the tone of his voice. It was, to put it in the most accurate way, furious. Suddenly the atmosphere became tense, and I remembered Yaehee’s words about never seeing him get angry.

I hesitated for a bit then decided to reply, “Well, he…talked to me.” 

A/N: Hooray for Chanyeol's first actual appearance! :D What do you think?????