ღ Chapter Three ღ 

He brought it up again. And this time, he was completely sober.

“Just come meet her,” he begged me, showing me his aegyo face. “I’m begging you, Jaejae.”

“I can’t, I have a big math exam this week,” I lied.

“But-but….” he sighed, giving up. “What a great friend you are.”

Ouch. That hurt my feelings, but I let it slide.

I had gotten out of it again, but I didn’t know how long I would be able to continue avoiding the subject.

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Normally, on Wednesday afternoons, I gave Lu Han and Yixing, and sometimes Tao, Korean lessons. Oh this particular Wednesday, I had stayed up late the night before finishing a paper that was due in the morning, and I dead tired while trying to teach the two guys ways to describe food. By the end of the lesson, I had my head down on the table, and my eyes were fluttering closed.

“Jae-in, you should go rest. You don’t have class this afternoon, right?” Lu Han asked.

I shook my head silently as Yixing headed for his room to change for dance practice.

“Go take a nap in my room, okay? Lay and I have to go to practice.”

I nodded this time, but still was too tired to get up. It was until long after the door closed and everyone left the dorm that I dragged myself out of the chair and staggered into the room that Lu Han and Kris shared. I kicked off my shoes and dropped into Lu Han’s bed, fully clothed. Everything smelled like Lu Han and I reached for the stuffed fox that sat by his pillow. Snuggling under the covers, I was out like a light.

The sound of the bedroom door opening pulled me out of my slumber and I shifted, not opening my eye.

“What-oh, it’s you.” It was Kris’s voice, and I cracked open an eye as a light was . Kris was in the middle of taking off his jacket, and was glaring at me again.

“What do you mean ‘it’s you’? What kind of tone is that?” I asked, voice rough from sleep.

“You scared me, that’s all. Everyone is at practice or schedule and I thought we had a burglar. Why are you here again, anyway?” He sat down on his own bed across from me, reaching into one of the bedside drawers.

“Yah, you should be nicer to me, Kris. You know you like me