One fine saturday morning...

You're sitting on the outside table of a coffee shop enjoying a warm cup of Americano. The coffee shop was in the heart of Seoul which offers you a view of the usual busy streets.

You diverted your gaze at the light blue sky and the tall buildings—thinking of your home country that you’ve missed after a few years in Korea.

All of a Sudden, you heard a commotion going on in a nearby shop—breaking the tranquility of your thoughts. Apparently, a huge mob of fangirls crowded over someone who’s probably popular enough for them to stampede over.

"Oppa! Oppa! Jaejoong-oppa!!! Kya~<3"

You turned towards their direction to witness the center of commotion. Right before your eyes, was an inexcusably handsome man struggling to get pass the girls despite being surrounded by bodyguards.

For a millisecond, you met eyes. You were frozen in place. His beautiful grayish-black eyes felt like chains that held your time that very moment.

He was heading to your direction so was the fangirls.

Jaejoong was inches away from your spot when a fan purposely shoved him. The careless action resulted into a menacing situation. He topples over you—accidentally spilling the cup of coffee on the table.

You gasped as you realized that the coffee managed to crawl on your laptop. The gadget immediately malfunctioned and the screen went black.

In panic, you tried saving it by wiping the spilled liquid with a handful of tissue.

"Eottoke?! (what to do)"' you said worriedly. You were supposed to skype with your mom back home in less than an hour.

Jaejoong ignorantly ignored you. He was already taking his leave and heading straight to his car.

*He’s not even going to apologize?*

You stood up from your seat and placed your hands on your waist as anger urged your blood to boil. "Yah! You brat!" You shouted at the top of your lungs.

Jaejoong’s attention was undoubtedly caught when he turned to see who called him a brat.

"Aren't you at least going to say sorry?"  You questioned with an irritated manner.

Jaejoong silently approach you in an arrogant manner. He placed a hand on your shoulder and inched his lips, close to your ears, making you shudder.

"Don’t even dare to ask me to compensate for your cheap laptop. For all I know, you are a sasaeng. You irritate me." Jaejoong whispered to you, in a volume that only you and him can hear.

Afterwards, he pushed you away from him and smirked devilishly.

You stood there frozen with deep anger. Your hands balled into fists that you know you can never throw. All you could do was scream “JERK!!!!!!!!!!!!” after the sleek black car that he rode.