English Class

Unfortunately, dreams have to end and soon the nurse whisked Jonghyun and I out of the office.

"Here's your pass," the nurse handed it to me and I accepted it. "Gomawo."

Jonghyun followed me out and headed to my locker. I was about to trip again when Jonghyun caught me swiftly. I landed into his chest.

He chuckled, "Yah, Yee Ji Lin. You need to be careful."

"You know my name?" I was fangirling in the inside. *HE KNOWS MY NAME! I GOT TO TOUCH HIM! OMO!*

"Of course. Why? Is your name not Yee Ji Lin?" He joked.

"Oppa," I whined and punched his arm lightly.

"Arasso. Just kidding with you. C'mon. We have the same English class." Jonghyun grabbed my arm and towed me away.

I smiled as I watched Jonghyun run in front of me, grabbing my wrist lightly.

*Kim Jonghyun, I like you.*

We reached the classroom and I wished he could've held onto my hand forever. His embrace was so comforting and his touch sent shivers everywhere down my body.

"Annyeonghasseyo, seongsamnim. Sorry we're late. We had a little accident," Jonghyun said when he stepped through the door.

The teacher nodded and took my pass.

"Sit wherever for now," the teacher gestured.

I grinned at Taeyeon and sat next to her. Kiseop was behind me.

To my disappointment, the only other empty seat was across the room in the corner, where Jonghyun had to sit.

I planted my elbow on the desk and rested my chin on my hand.

"Yah! Ji Lin," Taeyeon whispered and poked my shoulder with her finger.

"Hm?"

"Stop drooling," she stuck out her tongue at me.

I pouted and whispered back, "Stop bullying your dongsaeng!"

Behind, Kiseop just shook his head.

"Whatever," Taeyeon singsonged.

I flashed her a scowl and turned around to Kiseop. 

Taeyeon noticed and gasped, "You leave me for him?"

I nodded and held Kiseop's hand. He blushed and looked down.

"He's not bullying me, " I joked.

"Arasso, arasso. Come, unnie, will stop. She has learned her lesson." Taeyeon put her hands into prayer formation.

I rolled my eyes. "Unnie, you're weird."

I let go of Kiseop's hands and turned back to face forward. 

Meanwhile, Jonghyun had saw every single second of the scene. He couldn't help but glare at Kiseop when I had held his hands.

*Who does that guy think he is?* Jonghyun stared at Kiseop. 

*Why do I have a feeling that someone's staring at me?* Kiseop looked around casually. *Must be my imagination.*