Yoona's POV I continued walking away from the boys even after hearing all their cries of concern. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed Jungkook, Hobi and Jimin stopped arguing from a far, their attention focused on me. And that's what makes me wanna run faster. It was a good decision that I pair white sneakers with my white dress. I run faster after I heard a heavy pair of footsteps coming towards my direction. Who the hell is even following me? Don't they realize that I'm not in the mood to talk right now? To be honest, my mind is all confused at the moment. One moment I was all giddy towards seeing one handsome stranger covered in a towel and next second, my mind is all confused when I saw him getting busy over something with his phone. It's not like we were in a relationship. It's funny how I just met him but I've been starting to feel a lot of emotions because of him. I don't really like "like" him, do I? I mean, I've been like this to some other guys I've met before so what's the difference? It's not like his long eyelashes are that special, or his cute rectangular smile, or his perfectly pointed nose. His expressive eyes aren't even that beautiful and his low toned voice isn't that y. His abs are just abs. And he is just Kim Taehyung. So what's ing wrong with me? I stopped in my tracks and started stomping my feet on the ground like a five-year-old kid who was not given a lollipop. I start messing with my hair which I immediately regret after remembering how long I stayed in front of the mirror in order to get the perfect curls that I wanted. "What the hell is wrong with you, Park Yoona?" I said to myself. And then I heard a soft chuckle just behind my back. I turned around and saw the man responsible for my mental breakdown, laughing out loud like he saw something really amusing. But regardless of how dorky his laugh sounded, my hea