“Wait! Jinyoung?” He said trying to get a good look at me. “It’s you! I know it’s you!”

“Come on Jjong. Let’s go now”. I urgently grabbed Sungjong’s wrist but he just stood still. I am so pissed off right now. What the hell is he doing? He fully knows that I hate that person so much.

“Hey, you know her?” Sungjong asked facing that person, pretending that he doesn’t know the annoying story of us. I know he’s teasing me. I know he is but I just practically faced the wall, trying to hide myself like an idiot since I can’t stop stubborn Sungjong from doing his own way.

He nodded. “Yes, we kinda knew each other. We’re classmates on art class”. He smiled. “Oh by the way, my name’s Myungsoo. Kim Myungsoo. Uhm, are you friends with her?” Myungsoo asked Sungjong.

 “Myungsoo huh?” Sungjong let out a an awkward grin. “Yup. She’s my best friend. I’m Lee Sungjong”.

“Sungjong…” I silently pleaded through shaking him but he insisted to stay and talk to the guy. I blew my bangs and just enjoyed the drink but honestly I can’t bring myself to enjoy this drink. They were talking about me, how did Myungsoo knew me, how did Sungjong and I became friends, how did we came to know this café, blah blah blah and all but I just pretended that I didn’t hear every word they were speaking.

“Uhm…” Myungsoo started rubbing the back of his neck while balancing the trays on his other hand. “I just want to know…” I became pretty curious. What does he need to know now?

“Her number?” Sungjong blatantly uttered. My eyes widened.

Myungsoo let out a shy smile and nodded. And it’s the first time I saw him shy out like that. it’s unbelievable.

“Okay. Lend me your phone”. Sungjong commanded. Myungsoo fished out his phone from his pocket and Sungjong typed my number. Myungsoo’s eyes were practically pinned on his phone and I stared at both of them still unbelieving the fact that Myungsoo has finally had my number.

“What the- Yah Lee Sungjong!“ I exclaimed, nearly choked on my drink. I stared at the phone on Myungsoo’s hands. What the hell? Sungjong just gave my phone number to the bastard. Urgh!

Sungjong just shrugged his shoulders in front of me and gave me a “mehrong”. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, giving him fiery glares but he doesn’t bug. He grabbed me on my wrist and pulled me to leave the café immediately.

“Make sure you text her! Or call her maybe!” Sungjong shouted. I strangled his neck but he just laughed over it. He said that destiny has made its way and he thinks that destiny used him so Myungsoo and I will eventually know each other and probably be a “couple”. Hello, couple? Come again? Sungjong knew that I haven’t had a boyfriend ever since I was born in earth and so he’s pushing the fact that I have to have one. And not to mention, he’s pushing Myungsoo as a possible boyfriend material! Because he got the looks, the perfect height, blah blah and now, all I have to do is to know him even more. Although I knew him from being a bastard, Sungjong said that it could possibly change if I will just give it a try. And by giving Myungsoo my phone number is only the start of the possible love story. I want to laugh at this but I don’t know. There’s something inside me that’s expecting. No. This is wrong. He won’t call. I’m sure of it. He’s a once conceited, narcissistic prince that only loves to tease and piss me off and he will stay just like that. He won’t call, trust me.

A/N: Don't lose hope Jinyoung-ie~ XD