Na Young's P.O.V

I had to admit it to myself sooner or later, so here it goes.

I don't think I'm over the idiot yet.

There, I said it! A huge weight has been lifted off my chest now, you have no idea. Holding that in was pretty hard to do. I guess I had to admit it to myself sometime. Well, that's what they say at least. The first step to solving your problem was admitting that you have one.

So, how was I going to solve this?

Unless I was magically hit by a bus and received a memory wipe of all of my dearest times with Lu Han, I don't think that I would ever get over him. It was sad, really. I mean, he already moved on; almost like I hadn't existed. He had another girlfriend for crying out loud. And it wasn't like she was an average jane (like me.) We're talking about a hot chick who rates a ten on 'the scale' and also happens to be blessed with singing and dancing abilities.

She was any guy's dream.

There was no way I could compete with that.

But sometimes, I wonder if Lu Han's hiding something from me. Himself, to be exact. He's distant. I wondered why we couldn't at least be friends.

Like for example, I woke up to something very, very strange.

-------------- Approximately nine hours ago.

I was wrapped in Lu Han's fluffy blankets- why- I had no idea.

But I couldn't really complain.

It was Saturday, which meant that I could sleep in until eight. A minute after eight thirty would mean that I was late to training. The past school week was rough. I was dealing with so many assignments and tests with training to top it all off. I knew it was my choice, and in the end would be worth it.

Either way, I deserved to sleep in.

I shoved my head back onto the who-knows-how-much-it-costs-pillow and sighed in bliss. I loved sleeping.

Next to me, a muffled voice rang. I was too drowsy to distinguish who it was. For all I knew, I could be dreaming. I carelessly tossed my arm over the lump. It immediately stiffened, but remained silent. And that's all I really needed.

I still had an hour of Saturday time left and I wasn't going to let some lump ruin it for me.

For the next sixty minuets, I rolled around the bed as I pleased, bumped into the lump, draped my leg casually over the lump, and even snuggled against the lump. It was quite soft, like a pillow. I enjoyed the lump's company.

Not until it started .

At first I was barely awake to realize what was going on. I thought I was imagining the sound. But no, after the third one, I recognized its voice. It was Lu Han's.

My eyes shot open. Out of habit, I glanced at the clock and inwardly groan. I only had twenty minuets left of my Saturday time.

Another moan interrupted my thoughts. It sounded low, husky- and it conjured another knot in my stomach. I gulped, but my mouth was dry. Lu Han wasn't possibly having a... y dream. Was he?

I glance up to peek at the lump of blanket beside me. Slowly, I creep my arm over my cocoon and peel some of the blanket draped over the top of the lump. And yes indeed, it was Lu Han. 

His chestnut hair was slightly tousled, sticking up in a hundred different directions. Yet, it was openly inviting me to rake my fingers through his soft locks, making my stomach twist.

I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if we were dating and woke up like this. Would things be vastly different? Would he wrap his long arms around mine and whisper into my ear, 'just five more minuets?' Would he want to kiss me now that I was older?

A small sigh escaped my lips while my heart plunged into the depths of my soul.

All of those questions, unanswerable.

I wanted him to want me. Not Mina, or anyone else.

Why couldn't it be me?

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Lu Han's P.O.V

I have never felt so frustrated in my life. Yes, that kind of 'frustrated.'

Although I tried to limit my thoughts about Na Young, she still had some magical way of slipping into my dreams. This time, she appeared to be sitting on my lap, kissing me to the end of time.

Why couldn't it have been real?

I ran my fingers through her silky hair while my lips brushed against hers soft ones, asking for permission to go further. She eagerly nodded, while sighing my name softly. "Lu Han..."

I was in pure bliss. 

I couldn't help but moan while- even while in my dream- she gently drew circles on my back.

Her eyes were ignited with passion. Every inch of my body wanted her, wanted to be with her, wanted her to be mine. I was greedy. Too greedy. 

And no matter how many times I told myself this, I needed to say it again.

I couldn't lose control of myself.

But I knew deep down that I didn't have much longer until I would crack.

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Na Young's P.O.V

That morning, I acted like nothing happened. Like he wasn't having a erted dream about Mina next to me. I swear, boys are just nasty, fantasizing about their girlfriends.

Goodness, can't men control themselves? Yeesh.

I reluctantly take a shower and dress myself comfortably for training. We only had two more days until we preformed the weekly challenge, which in this case, was Trouble Maker. Oh, how it was a Trouble Maker. Thankfully, it wasn't too much of the actual choreography. If I actually had to do that on stage, I would've fainted. And dragged Baekhyun down with me.

The rock version was much more, in my opinion, mature. It showed off vocals, and yet had a bit of the same vibe with the 'running the lips up the other's arm- kiss' and the 'thigh rub.' That was pretty much it. 

I was so bad at dancing, though. Every move was just so awkward. I really had to practice this one if I wanted to win. 

When I was finished, I stared back at myself in my black cotton long sleeve shirt and black skinny jeans. At least it was better than the raddish sack the school board called a uniform. 

I spot Lu Han tapping away at his phone. I bite my lips and scrunch my nose. "...Can we carpool?"

He looks up from his phone for a brief moment. And surprisingly, he rolls his eyes and goes back to tapping away at his phone.

I scoff. "Then I'll be happy to take your car," I say while grabbing his keys and plan to make a mad dash for it. Only three steps away...

He grabs something from his glass coffee table, and to my surprise, the door slams shut. By itself.

"W-What just happened?" My mouth hangs open.

"Hm, I guess I never told you that I had motion sensors and this remote programmed to open or close the door as I please. Same with the windows," His words are tossed casually.

If I had the money to do that, I surely would've donated it to charity rather than pay to develop my own laziness. 

"Well, do you want to be late?" I furrow my eyebrows in annoyance.

Lu Han stays quiet for a moment and gets up from the bed while grabbing the keys out of my hand. "Lead the way, Ms. Naggy."

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I sit in the back seat of his fancy convertible while he takes the driver's seat. I still wonder how his family could afford all of this stuff.

"Is this car really necessary? I mean, what's wrong with a normal car? You know, for normal people?" I mutter.

Lu Han seems to hear me, but my snarky comment is ignored. 

"I'm picking up Mina, by the way." His voice sounds hollow. I glance at him through the mirror, yet I only see his eyebrows. And might I say that they were well too groomed to be natural. 

"When do you not?"

I stay silent afterwards.

The car breezes- almost too fast for my liking- into an unfamiliar neighborhood. The houses grow from small and modest to tall and unnecessarily showy. The wind blows through the car's open roof, sending my damp hair into tangles and knots. This is seriously why I think convertibles are a toy for the rich. What good does it bring?

We soon stop at one of the tallest houses of them all. It's covered in light colored bricks and ivy leaves. Hm. So this girl was rich too. 

Mina comes springing out of her mansion and opens the drivers seat door. Now I regret not taking the seat. How unclever of me.

"Good morning, honey," Mina waves her freshly manicured nails at Lu Han. All I see is the back of her professionally blow-dried hair glistening in the morning sun.

I reach up to touch mine. It's still tangled up like a jungle.

"Oh, you're Na Young, right? One of the new trainees?" She turns to me, plastering a fake smile on her face.

I nod while staring at her eyelashes- which seem to go on for miles and miles. "Yeah..."

"You're also living with him... right?" She blurts out.

I blink in surprise. "Yes... but don't worry. We barely speak a full sentence to each other." I laugh bitterly.

She eyes me a bit suspiciously and then turns back to face the front of the car. "If you say so." But just to warn me to back off, she pulls Lu Han into a full-on kiss.

In front of my face.

My lower lip trembles a bit. Maybe I made the mistake of asking for a ride. I would be sure to ride the bus from now on. I painfully tear my gaze from the kissing couple and clear my throat. Mina's hand grips onto Lu Han's neck, signaling her greed. Their lips fit perfectly like they were meant for each other. I don't want to watch anymore.

If I were Jinah, I would've done something gutty like pry them off each other with my bare hands. But I wasn't Jinah, and I wasn't Mina, I was just me.

Na Young- to the every last bit- Lee.

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Hey guys :) There was a little bit of Lu Han and Na Young :)

I feel so bad for her... I'm terrible, I know. 

Goodness, I feel like a fairygod mother who ruins her princess's love lines. 

OH, they cruelty.

Don't worry, Na Young's going to find some bacon along the way (possibly in the next chappy) so :)

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