Myungsoo had a plan all figured out. First, he was to pretend that he was going to return the bloody shirt that belonged to the guy and slowly ease Sungyeol into wanting to get to know each other. And his plan was awesome, really, so why was he having second thoughts when he was now in front of 2A class looking like a lost deer.

Now that he was here, better get the job done, but then again, he had time. He could come back again later. No! He scolded himself. He was not a coward. He was just going to stick to the plan and everything was going to be ok. Yeah, let's do that Myungsoo, he mentally encouraged himself his back against the wall. Myungsoo was so absorbed in the mental battle he had with his thoughts that he didn't even notice that the main subject of his thoughts were now in front of him. When he finally realized it, he carefully moved back and out of habit, he rudely threw the shirt to Sungeol and said 

"Here's your shirt." Myungsoo really felt like kicking himself for being such a lame guy in terms of making new friends. Just how was he suppose to get Sungyeol to like him if he was such a .

"You didn't have to give it back."

"Don't worry, i washed it if it's what you're worried about", he said dryly and Myungsoo instantly regretted those words. Sungyeol clearly didn't mean any harm so why couldn't he be nice?

"No, no, it's not what i meant. I just didn't want you to trouble yourself for something as futile as this but thank you anyway." Myungsoo was about to say something, hopefully less rude, when he got interrupted by a girl, clearly Sungeol's fangirl, who asked or more like begged in a whiny tone that only a girl can pull

"Oh oppa, do you mind helping me out with this exercise? I can't seem to do it right. Please."

Myungsoo wanted to call her off, fortunately he held back his tongue and with a short nod towards the taller guy, he walked away. Ignoring the apology and the thanks Sungyeol gave him along the way.

Back to his class, Myungsoo fell heavily on his seat and pressed his forehead against his desk, suddenly tired. If he had known he was going to have such a hard time talking to Sungyeol without being harsh, he would've thought more throughly the plan. Because now, if he was to suddenly turn nice, Sungyeol would without a doubt find it suspicious. But being rude weren't a possibility either if he wanted to befriend the guy. Myungsoo rapidly raised his head from the desk and running furiously his hand in his blond (of course, dyed) hair, he said in an irritated tone

"Aish, seriously, this is so troublesome."

"Whoa, what's up with you? Are you having a hard time with you know who? Already?"  Dongwoo's asked as he sat in front of him. Myungsoo only glared at him and laid back his head on the desk. Dongwoo let out an exasperate sigh and said out loud

"Look, i know you hate the guy, but it's too late to back out now." Myungsoo remained silent so Dongwoo took that as permission to continue

"Just be yourself. Don't think too much."

Before Myungsoo can ask him to explain further, the teacher arrived, so reluctantly he pushed away those questions for later.

At lunch break, Myungsoo walked into the cafeteria, his eyes automaticlly searching the crowd for a certain dark haired boy.

The entire morning, he had had the time to think throughly about what Dongwoo said and even though the advice sounded foreign to him, he at least got a pretty good idea of how to approach Sungyeol. When he finally spotted him, he was sitting at a table isolated with a bunch of popular kids, his best friend and childhood friend, Nam Woohyun, included. Myungsoo mentally prepared himself and headed to the table. But of course, his buddies just couldn't choose a worst time to call for him. 

"Hey hyung, are you coming to our table or what?" asked Sungjong from a table not so far from Sungyeol's table. Sungyu, that was seated on the table with everyone else and knew about the bet, smiled knowingly at Myungsoo and said (thankfully) 

"Don't mind him Sungjong shi. Our little Myungsoo-shi will be fine without us." That said, Sungjong glanced over the table next to them and instantly smiled, catching what their leader were trying to say. Thank goodness, no one at Sungyeol's table seemed to have notice the short interaction between him and his band so without much hesitation, Myungsoo ignored the four pairs of eyes that were now following him, and set his tray on Sungyeol and his friends table as he sat. It was indeed an act of arrogance but Myungsoo didn't dwell much on it whatsoever. He was not call the arrogant ice prince for nothing after all.

Myungsoo feigns indifference when Sungyeol and the rest of the occupants of the table suddenly turn to him as if he was some sort of alien that appeared from nowhere. But for the sake of winning, Myungsoo could endure tanything. Even his seniors stare.

"Uhm excuse me but i think you missed your table", remarked Woohyun, an eyebrow raised. Myungsoo looked up for a sec then chose to ignore him once again and digged back in his ramen as he answered almost with boredom

"Nope i didn't." Woohyun was about to say something more from the looks of it however Sungyeol beat him to it and said instead

"Let him be Hyung, this table doesn't belong to us. Anyone can sit here if he feels like it." Myungsoo inwardly let out a sight of relief when everyone turn back to their occupation. Because then he had more time to discreetly study his victim.

"Yeah, i know. It was a real shock when the teacher said that. Who would have thought that he was your fan, Oppa", said a girl beside him to Sungyeol. Myungsoo weren't sure what she was talking about, but by the way Sungyeol smiled at her, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else except from here and Myungsoo found it... Interesting. It's not often that he seens the genius uncomfortable. 

"Oppa, why don't you play anymore?" Another asked and Sungyeol looked like, he could really need some help. Myungsoo smirked discreetly at the opening opportunity the girl gave unknowingly then with a slight move from his elbow, he moved Woohyun bowl that fell with a slight noise on Sungyeol spreading ramen all over him.

"Oh my gosh Oppa, are you ok?" Sungyeol immediately stood up and with a shy smile, he said

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry. Luckily, the soup isn't that hot. I'm just going to go dry myself and it will be fine." Woohyun stood up then, about to accompany his best friend but Sungyeol stopped him and said

"It's ok dude. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" Woohyun asked. Sungyeol simply nodded in response before walking away under the wary eyes Woohyun shot his way. Myungsoo smiled discreetly at the turn of things, which by the way were unfolding rather swiftly he stood from his seat and without much less than a glance to those occupying the table, he trailed after Sungyeol.

Myungsoo found Sungyeol near the sink. When Sungyeol saw him come in, he flashed him a smile and said

"Are you done eating? About it, thanks for saving me back there. Though next time instead of pouring ramen on me just say you have something to tell me." He then turn away to wash his hand and continued

"I guess i owe now. If you ever need anything, let me know."

Myungsoo smiled at that, then he walked up to him, extended his hand and deciding to stop beating around the bush, he said

"In that case, want to hang out sometime?"