*Onew’s POV*

I smiled as we stood in line at the chicken restaurant. I had chosen this place because, obviously, I love chicken, and I hoped that if I got stuck with Vanessa, maybe she hated chicken. Instead, I was here with Rebecca, who also loved chicken. We hadn’t really said much, but I could see from her face when we pulled up in front of KFC that she was excited.

(Gah, I need to show you guys this video! It was playing through my head while writing that whole first paragraph. I love it!  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjaDdN42GlM).

“Why don’t you find us a place to sit,” I suggested. “I’ll order."

“All right, thanks,” she smiled and walked off to find us a nice table.

*Rebecca’s POV*

CHICKEN!!!!

How did he know that I love chicken? Maybe he loves chicken too?

I shrugged to myself and sat down at a two person table in the corner by the window. I hated being around a lot of people, so I picked the most secluded table out of them all.

I wonder what Minho’s doing right now. I swear if that tries anything on him…

“There you are!”

I looked up to see Onew with two buckets of chicken in his arms.

“Why did you pick a table so far away?” he asked as he sat down, placing one of the buckets in front of me, and the other in front of him.

“I’m not really a people person,” I answered.

“Oh, well that’s fine. I hate when people interrupt me while I’m eating chicken,” he replied, reaching into his bucket.

“I can’t believe you bought us each a whole bucket!” I said as I selected a piece of the juicy fried goodness.

“You can never have enough chicken,” he smiled at me as he chewed his chicken to bits.

Oh my gosh; he’s so cute when he eats! Ugh, okay Becca calm down. You’ve got bigger things to worry about than how cute this boy looks while eating chicken…

We carried on in casual conversation until we couldn’t eat anymore. Our buckets were almost empty; just a few stray pieces of chicken left in the bottoms.

“Wow, I didn't think anyone could love chicken more than me,” Onew exclaimed. “But now you’re giving me a run for my money!”

“Haha, I tell my friends that when I grow up and get married, I’m going to cook chicken for my husband every night!” I smiled cutely and took a sip of my lemonade.

“That’s what I tell my dongsaengs; except that I’d have my wife make chicken for me every night of course. We’d be the perfect couple…” his voice started to fade when he processed what he was saying.

I blushed at the awkward statement, which I knew he regretted saying as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Sorry, I-,”

“It’s okay,” I looked up at him, tucking a piece of my straightened hair behind my ear. I bit my bottom lip to hide the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. I looked down at his hand resting on the table, then at mine sitting just inches away.

What is this feeling inside me?

All thoughts of Minho had completely vanished from my mind.

 Why is my hand begging to be held in his? Should I…

I wanted to move my hand into his, but I was too scared. That’s the story of my life though; being too scared to make a move, then letting the guy of my dreams slip away from me, unable to say a word.

*Onew’s POV*

I knew she was looking at our hands, and I knew what she was thinking; at least I thought I did.

Please. Please put your hand in mine. Just do it Rebecca! Wait; maybe that’s not what she’s thinking. Maybe she’s comparing how big my hands are compared to hers. They really aren’t that much bigger. Well, I suppose my fingers might be a little longer.

“Well, this was a fun first date,” she said, pulling her hands into her lap.

Somehow I always lost my chances with girls from over thinking. Why couldn’t I be impulsive like Minho or Key?

“Um, yeah; I’m glad you had fun,” I smiled back, standing up.

Always missing your chance. Onew; YOU are the chicken.

Maybe that’s why I liked chicken so much; because deep down inside, I was one.