I think my jaw is on the floor. But I do not care at this time; Jongwoon looks at me maliciously. Have you ever seen someone and thought "he's weird!"? Well, I think that of my neighbour. Only add that I imagine him as a stalker. My stalker. I smile at the thought and shake my head slightly; it's impossible. I am nothing. In short, I'm not Choi Siwon nor Donghae nor Byun Baekhyun.. Stop pitying myself!

During this mental exchange between the realistic me and the imaginative me, Jongwoon moved imperceptibly to my chair. My mother continues to give us her back so she does not notice the two of us and the atmosphere full of.. What?

- I am not a crazy stalker. Stalker yes, but not crazy.- he said, closing my mouth. I blush and I am about to stammer out something but he interrupts me. - Are you going tonight to the party of Hyukjae?-

I opened my eyes. The party! Among shopping with Baekhyun and the appearance of Jongwoon in my house, I forgot about the party.

- You've been invited?- I ask surprised.

- Yup. I became good friends with Hyukjae and Siwon.- he simply replies, shaking his shoulders.

Friend. Friend.. Friend?!? If he is my neighbour, THAT neighbour, I hope that all those people were not his friends. However, this guy it's disturbing. In short, until this morning I thought my neighbour as someone who likes to have fun and that didn't hurt. But why know that Jongwoon is the neighbour makes me sick at heart?

- Ah, before I forget it... even if it is impossible to do it... - he starts, whispering the last part - This hairstyle... I like it very much.-

My face takes on the color of the nose of the clowns. Wh-Why do I get excited for this sentence? He did not say "I like you"; he just likes my hair.

Before he could answer, my mom sits at the table with us and starst eating. I do not concentrate on what goes in my mouth; I might as well eat the fork that I do not notice it. That's because I'm thinking of calling Baekhyun and ask him for help with the clothes to use at the party tonight. ! This guy is giving me serious problems.

- CHO KYUHYUN! How.. How are you dressed?!?- Leeteuk screams when he sees me.

Well, let's just say that Baekhyun was very strict with me. I think he made me dress provocatively just to have fun. Surely I'm ugly dressed like this. The evil dwarf made me wear black leather pants, veryyyyyyy tight, a dark green sweater with a large v-neck - in my opinion - and a leather jacket. Ah, all bought this afternoon.

- Sorry.. I'm going to change me and I'll be back.- I say dejected as I turn to get back on my feet.

- Do not move, nerd! You are staying here with us dressed like this. I do not know why, but I get the impression that our nerd has an interest and desires to catch it.- says Heechul circling an arm around my shoulders.

I thank the Diva for this. I mean, who wanted to return home to change? And also.. I have to fake being Donghae's boyfriend and since my friend is a cool and handsome guy, I can not be... me.

- But first...- intrudes Minho, approaching me. - We'll arrange the hair; too tidy.- and said that, he ran a hand through my hair to make me a decent hairdo.

- Ohhh! You know, if I wasn't interested in someone else, I'd be openly lirting with you.- admits Heechul running his tongue over his lips.

I approach Donghae and put my arm around his shoulders and began to walk with a firm step towards my goal. I find it after a few moments. He is among a group of boys and is laughing, continuing to look around looking for someone, I presume. He definitely is looking for Donghae. This is why I go towards him but I feel that Donghae is dragging his feet. I give him a nudge just before Hyukjae turn his head toward us. His smile dies on his lips.

- Hi.- I greet looking at the guys. I realized that there are Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Siwon, some guys whom I do not know and... Jongwoon?!?

- He-Hello Kyuhyun-ssi.- says Hyukjae looking for Donghae's look.

Why Jongwoon is here?! I do not say to the party; I knew he would come. What I mean is what he's doing in this group! But then I remember that he is the best friend of Baekhyun who knows the whole school. I see that Jongwoon is watching me and Donghae with a confused expression.

- Um, I'm going to take something to drink.- says Donghae freeing from my arm.

Hyukjae does not wait even a minute to run after him. Well, these two are now accommodated. The group has resumed talking and since I feel uncomfortable, I decide to go for a drink.

During the rest of the evening I see neither Hyukjae nor Donghae - surely they will be making out somewhere - and I was with my friends, even though I kept hearing a look pointed at me. It will be my imagination. Which would not be wrong, because I'm drunk. Why I'm drunk? Simple. My friends continued to pass me glasses, and who am I to refuse?

- Minho, you'd better take him home; he's wobbling.- murmurs whom I think is Leeteuk. Aw, how cute is my eomma! I give him a kiss on the cheek.

- Yes, I think is the case you do it.- Kangin supports him.

I feel some arms pick me up. Minho is going to take the first step but a voice stopped him.

- I have a car. I can accompany him. Anyway I was going home.-

- Oh. Um, ok. I took him to the car.- says Minho.

- Sure. Come, follow me.-

I feel Minho walking and then placing on the car seats. I feel that Minho greets me before closing the door. My driver starts the car, and I feel him start driving.

"What a comfortable car and... it smells good!", I thought as I smell the car. It has a slight smell of smoke but the one that you feel more is the cologne this person uses. Shame on me that I can not distinguish one scent from another!

The car stops and I hear the driver's door open and then close again, and I guess he's coming to open the rear door. And indeed he does it. He draws me out and I gently put my arm around his shoulders as he passes his arm around my waist. Oh, he smells like the car. y. I hear him close the door and I also try to open my eyes but I can not; my eyelids are too heavy. But I try to help him as he brings me into the building and makes me into the elevator. When we arrive in my floor - how do he knows my floor? Ah, probably my friends told him - he starts touching first my trouser pockets and then those of my jacket in search of my house keys. Find these, he opens the door and runs without hesitation to my room - my friends have told him also this, is not it?- and then he place me gently on the bed, pull off the jacket and shoes and cover myself with the sheets. Before he gets up, he gives me a kiss on the forehead and whispers in my ear "goodnight" with a low and husky voice that sends shivers up my spine. I can not thank him because he's already left the room.

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"Oh gosh. My head is killing me", I think opening the eyes. The light entering the room makes me immediately close them and I stand still and wait for my eyes to get used to the light. In the meantime I start to think about last night. I remember going to the party, where I had pretended to be Donghae's boyfriend and then I went to my friends. From then on I do not remember anything. But how did I get home? Because one thing is certain: this is my bed. Probably Minho has taken me home.

I decide that I can now open my eyes and when I do, I look at the sides, in search of my alarm clock. It's three o'clock in the afternoon?!? And my mother has not yet come to wake me up?! I jumped out of bed, forgetting the throbbing pain in my head and then leaning to the desk to catch my breath. I look at how I am dressed and I notice that I wear the same clothes of the party. I take the off and wear the first thing that happens to be near me; Baekhyun would kill me instantly if he saw the sweater I am using.

I leave the room and go into the living room, convinced that I'll find my mom. In fact she is there, but she is not alone. While my mom is ironing, Jongwoon is reading he the newspaper, as I usually do every Friday when I do not have lectures.

I am standing on the threshold of the living room from what seems an eternity - I'm not distracted because I'm looking at the moving lips of the boy and his hands turning pages, of course not - when my mom turns around and realizes my presence.

- Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.- greets her hiding a smile. Sure! Hide yourself while embarassing your son, making him blush like a lobster!

- Um, hi mom.- I answer without moving.

- Sit, the wall does not need to be sustained by you.- she commented ironically pointing to the chair next to that of Jongwoon. Yeah, right. Sit next to him.

I walk and sit in that chair - traitorous legs! -. I turn to look Jongwoon, who is doing the same with me, just that he has his usual smirk on the face. There's a joke written on my forehead? Or something nasty, given his smile..

- Good Morning Kyuhyun-ah.-

- 'morning.-

- Did you sleep well?-

- Yup. I think.-

- Did you have fun at the party?-

I stare at him. Does he wants to tell my mom that I got drunk? At a minimum, she flays me alive.

- Sure.-

- Eh well, I think you did. You drank a lot.- insists him widening his smile.

- It's not true!-

- Kyuhyunnie, do not lie! I know that last night you were dragged home.- points out my mother with the look of "I wish I had your age to take advantage of the young man sitting next to you". Seriously, I have to stop reading my mom's romance novels.

Jongwoon smiles and starts to talk to my mother about the news that he has just read and I stay to listen them.

It should not be normal for me to think that Jongwoon is a... stalker? In short, I still keep finding him in my home. And also now I firmly believe that none of my friends have told him where my room is. But the thought of Jongwoon being a stalker does not scare me at all; it's quite exciting. Ok. I have serious problems. I'll tell my mom to take me to a specialist.

- Kyuhyun, what is that face?- Ryeowook questions as he walks up the stairs of the building.

Since sitting in the living room along with Jongwoon and my mother was strange, I came to sit on the stairs in front of my landing. All those who have passed have looked at me strangely; Ryeowook thankfully does not.

- I found out who the neighbour is.-

- Oh really?-

- Yup. It is the assistant of my informatic teacher.-

- How old is he?- questions my friend sitting next to me.

- He is a little older than us.-

- Wow. He has a wild life.- he comments with a serious face.

I turn my head suddenly and look at him with wide eyes. He is right. In short, most nights you hea-... you could hear noises from his home. So it is normal to think as Ryeowook.

- Well, you said there were both women and men so he is biual. Apparently he is very handsome because if he has so many people around him, it means that he attracts them.-

- Uh. Um, yes.- I admit blushing. Yes, he is very handsome.

- And the reason you are out here is him, is not it?-

- He is in the living room with my mom. It is the second time that he comes into my house. Indeed, the third.-

- So let me tell you something.- he announces looking into my eyes. - He is interested in you, otherwise he would not do all these.-

- But I.. I mean he.. I mean, I'd be just a game for him because he has a new one every night.-

- Never say never Kyu. Well, now I must go. See you around.- he gets up and walks away.

Why friends have this ability to tell you things to think about at the last minute, so you can not ask for help to them?

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I have not slept a wink. But not because of the nocturnal activities of my neighbour. No, I spent all night thinking about what to do and say in his presence. I mean, he behaves in a strange way and on the one hand it is quite disturbing. But on the other, to receive his attentions is... amazing. I feel desired despite being a nerd. So, the question arises: what should I do with him? I have to respond to his advances?

I am so lost in my thoughts that I did not realize I have entered the classroom. The informatic one, of course. And who is already inside? That's right, the object of my wrath.

While taking place, I feel observed but did not dare look at him. In a way I feel embarrassed every time I see him, even if what I want to do is talk to him without unnecessary babbling. To not to cross his gaze, I keep my head on the desk, hoping that my friends will hurry up to get to class. But, of course, my luck is on vacation for a while. I hear his footsteps approaching, a chair that is moved and then I find his eyes at the level of my eyes. Oh dear! He's so... so sweet! He seems a lost puppy and.. Enough! Concentrate.

- Why are you ignoring me?- he questions with a sad tone.

- No, I'm not.-

- You entered the classroom without saying hello and, when you saw me, you ran to your seat.- he says as he pouted.

- I was thoughtful.- I answer making him smile again.

- Okay! Listen... - he begins fiddling his fingers on the desk. - Would you like to go out?-

I opened my eyes and raised my head sharply. What the did he say?!? He has invited me... to go out?!? Oh bloody hell! What should I answer him? Yes? No? It's just that... if I'm not mistaken he is one who goes straight to his goal so... I would become truly one of the many?

- Kyuhyun?- he draws my attention back.

Hurry up Kyuhyun, answer him! - Well.. No.- Sure, I could have been more friendly but, come on, he does not have the right to be treated politely, no? I'm right, isn't it?

- Why?- his tone is cold, as well as his eyes. I see him clench his fists.

- Do you expect me to go out with you to become one of your... s? Do I look that easy?- You should always be honest, or at least that's what keeps telling my mom eeeeeeeeevery day.

I see him reduce his eyes to slits. - You think I'm...? No. You know what? Don't mind it.- he answers back getting up and returning to my professor's desk.

I feel like a perfect jerk. He could be a Casanova but right now he seems really sad and see him like that makes me feel bad. I am going to get up to reach him and tell him that we can go out but the room begins to fill and I can not help but stare at him from my place.

- Kyuhyun, what's wrong?- Leeteuk questions as he sees me.

- If a Latin lover you like invites you to go out and you rejects him.. How would you define yourself?-

- A fool.- Heechul answers sitting next to Leeteuk.

A fool? Yes, I probably am. But I can not afford to think that I can make change a person. Desperate, I jump on Donghae's lap - arrived just before hand-in-hand with Hyukjae who went to pick up food for the two of them - and he begins to my head. My friends look at each other and decide to investigate.

- Kyu, who do you like?- starts Minho.

- Kyuhyun-ah, why you rejected him?- continues Kangin.

- What's wrong with you if he is a Latin lover?- ends Heechul.

All that, of course, at the same time. I massage my temples and, hiding my head in the chest of Donghae, I sincerely reply to my friends. They have the right to know.

- Kim Jongwoon, the assistant of our informatic's professor.-

I expect squeals, comments, even digs but what I hear is silence. My friends are silent, and the thing is strange. They never keep silent.

I raise my head and find them staring at me with looks of compassion. Do they found me... pathetic? Or do they know of his night life and so they already know how it will end for me?

Leeteuk comes close to me and puts his hands on my shoulders. - Are you crazy or something? I have to take you for a session to a psychologist?-

I raise an eyebrow. I have to seriously answer his questions? Even if I feel the instinct to strangle him. I know I'm weird and crazy, but not enough to go to the psychologist! I think.

- Kyuhyun, you know that we love you, right?- questions Kangin. I nod.

- And you know that we will always be there for you, right?- continues Minho. I nod again.

- But now we have to bring you to your sense.- announces Heechul. - That guy, truth to be told, it's seriously a Latin lover. And I suppose that every night he has a different person in his bed.- ends my friend, crossing his arms and throwing a look of hatred towards the subject of the discourse.

- And we do not want you to end up in bed with him and then depress you because he will not look at you after doing that.- specifies Donghae.

I look at them one by one. They are perfect. In short, which nerd can say to have friends who care about him so much? I nod several times to them, with a smile. The moment I do, I feel my heart hurt me but I decide to ignore it; my friends deserve to be reassured, right?

Hyukjae comes back and finds us in a tight embrace. I know he's looking for Donghae but right now I think he is being squeezed between me and Kangin. I loosen the embrace before our fish dies from lack of air.