"Wait byul!" Instead of stopping, I hurried some more. Why am I even running away? Isn't this what I wanted?

"Moonbyul!" I ignored him and hurried to where my long legs could take me.

"Moon Byul-yi!" He caught up to me and grabbed my arm

"What?! I'm busy." I tried to pry my arm from his grip but he only held tighter and pulled me closer.

"Let go hoseok!" I warned with gritted teeth

"No. Not until you tell me why you left like that?" He's being stubborn so I kicked his shin

"Oww!" He finally let go and nursed his foot, jumping on one foot.

"I warned you." I rolled my eyes, not guilty.

"I didn't want to get my hopes up but.. are you jealous?"

"Oh you're still hoping? It doesn't seem like it with how you're almost lip locking with that Japanese doll." I huffed. He stopped jumping and straightened up then he smiled

"You are jealous."

"I'm not. Why would I? It's not like you're mine." I rolled my eyes and was going to leave when he pulled my hand again, making me crash unto him

"Stop doing that!" I snapped but he wasn't fazed.

"I am yours." He whispered.

"What?"

"You can be jealous cause I am yours." He repeated, elaborating.

"Whatever." Once again, I removed my hand from his grasp and he let me but his hands automatically caged me by putting them on my waist.

"We've been busy with some projects lately and I wanted to finish it cause I want to go with you in New York. Momo is my lab partner and I'm done with mine but she's struggling with hers cause she's my responsibility as her partner—

"Doesn't explain why you're almost lip locking!" He was shocked with my outburst but then chuckled and pinched my cheeks and I slapped his hand away.

"You're so cute!" He chuckled but I just glared at him, not amused.

"I heard your voice and I wanted to go out but she stopped me and slipped, hence why we we're on that compromised position." My eye twitched.

"She likes you." I know that much with the way she stared at him and how she gave me a small smirk when I saw them

"So I've been told." My eyebrows furrowed even more

"You knew?"

"She was vocal about it." I huffed and looked away. He chuckled and held my chin, making me face him again.

"Stop pouting."

"I am not pouting!" I whined. I feel like a child throwing a tantrum and I'm not happy! He makes me like this!

"I'm