After the hopeless encounter with Yunho, I climbed back into my seat angrily, making sure to step on Jaejoong’s feet as hard as I could. Even though the seats were spacious, I even managed to give him a kick in the shin, hoping that he could feel all of my anger radiating through my limb to his leg. He didn’t respond at all, and that just made my mood even worse. Growling, I fell into my seat and let out a loud sigh, with Jaejoong only answering by smiling at me. “So, guess you heard about the rooming plans, huh?”

“Yeah. What are you planning to do to me, kill me? You’re pretty close to doing that.”

“Careful, sweetheart, or your scar will grow even bigger.”

“Yeah, well, it already hurts every time I see your face.”

He chuckled.

“You never told me your name," He suddenly mused, turning to the side so that the only thing I could see now was his face. Damn it, why did he look like such an angel? I thought, as I hated how suddenly he was completely in my personal space. Slightly taken aback, I frowned at him once again, pushing his chest away from me because he was getting too close.

 “Yeah, well, there was never a situation where I had to, right?”

“Does this count as one of those situations?”

I turned to my side, ignoring him. I wasn’t in the mood to banter with Jaejoong, and I still hadn’t forgiven him yet for that kiss.

“Yah.” Poke.

“Yah.” Poke.

“Yah.” Poke.

“YAH!” Poke.

I turned back, furiously looking him in the eye. “Jaejoong, stop poking me in the arm!” He rolled his eyes, like his requests completely made sense. “Then talk to me!” Ignoring him once again, I turned my back to his face and whispered back my reply. 

“No way!”

“Come on! Please? Tell me your name? That’s it. I won’t bother you after that.”

“No. Never.”

“Just your name!”

I looked at him once again and groaned. “Ugh. Alright. It’s ________.”

After I said it, he kept saying it over and over again. “_______. ________. ______.” For some reason, I liked the way he said it-it was different from the way Jonghyun said it whenever he wanted my attention. Instead, his voice was smooth and cool, almost calming - and it seemed to relax me even though I was sitting next to the greatest in the whole world. It was melodious, and I could immediately tell that he must be one of the main singers of the group - his voice was so unique, so beautiful, it would be a shame if it were used for anything else. Shaking my head, and determining it to be because Jaejoong was famous and Jonghyun was merely starting his career as a model, I got ready to take a nap. Finally thinking that I could get my peace and quiet now, I grabbed my pillow and gently fluffed it, perching it between the window and my chair. Putting my head on it, I was about to sleep, when Jaejoong started talking again.

“Say my name.”

I buried my head deeper into the pillow, hoping to drown out his voice.

“Say my name. Kim Jaejoong. Say it.”

“Your name is not Jaejoong, it’s bastard.”

“Not Jaejoong. Kim. Jae. Joong. Say it.”

“If I say it, will you shut up?”

“Only if you say it lovingly.”

I snapped the band holding my ponytail together and took it out, pushing it to my arm. Running a hand through my long hair from the bangs to the ends, I put on my most annoyed face, and made sure that my voice sounded extremely tired.

“Kim. Jae. Joong.”

The smile that followed after what I said shocked me. I didn’t even say it lovingly, and his face was tinted slightly pink, and he was smiling with his teeth showing. He didn’t seem as cold and as scary as I thought he was. Instead-he seemed-

He seemed rather cute.