I blinked. "...Huh?"

"You, me, onstage, singing together." my eyes widened. 

He's got to be joking.

"You're not serious, are you?" he stared at me as if I was stupid.

"Of course I am!"  

...I slammed the door on him.

He is so... irritating. I scratched my head in annoyance. If I say no, he'll tell everyone. On the other hand, if I say yes... I'm going to have to work with him... a lot. Either way, it's a loss for me and a win for him. I sighed, and opened the door. He was gone. I sighed in relief. 

"Did you really think I'd leave?" I jumped up. He chuckled, looks like he just came back from somewhere...

This boy. Why can't he just leave?!

"Yah! Why don't you just go home?" I am beyond aggravated.

"Aww, want to get rid of me?" I am really starting to hate that smirk. "Catch!"

My hands flew up on instinct. I caught the object that he threw at me; it turned out to be-

"Banana milk!" I quickly opened the bottle and drank. "Are you a stalker? How did you know this was my favorite?"

"It is?" he had a second bottle in hand. "It's my favorite too; I just thought you'd be thirsty." He opened his and drank.

That was sweet of him... I stared at the boy. Should I say yes...?

We stood there together, not speaking. I don't know what to say; I'm guessing neither does he. The silence between the two of us was the loudest thing I've ever heard in my life.

I looked at him, like really looked at him. I never really paid any attention to him, I always thought, "Just another popular, nothing special", but now I see that... he is something. He just looks so... perfect. From his hair to his feet...

Something was off about his eyes though. They held all kinds of different things... pain, sadness, anger, and... hate. But those feelings were covered, with fake happiness, and a strained smile. I don't know how I got all of that by just looking at his eyes, but I did.

This boy is full of secrets, I know it.

He looked at me weirdly, "Are you staring at me?" I mentally slapped myself. Why did I make it so obvious?

"N-no." I mentally slapped myself again. And of course. I just had to stutter.

He chuckled. "Admiring my looks, I see."

"You wish!" I stuck my tongue at him.

"What's your answer?" he changed the subject. 

"...Sing." his eyes widened, "I can't let you sing with me, unless you have a good voice."

"Here? Right now?"

Seems like pretty boy is nervous. Hehe.

"Yes, you're not scared are you?" I inwardly smirked.

Revenge is sweet~ 

"Me, scared?" he tried to keep his cool. "Besides... haven't you heard me sing in class?"

"I..." I paused, I think I have, but I just can't remember. "Just sing!"

He took a deep breath, and started to- 

"Jieun, are you still- Who's this?" 

Of course. Of course someone just had to interrupt. And, again, of course it had to be-

"Aboji, this is... a fan!" I quickly looked at Wooyoung-ssi. "Nice to meet you!" I quickly shook his hand and started pushing him towards the exit of the hallway.

"Nice to meet you..." he awkwardly replied.

"Go home now, please?" I whispered. 

"Ok...” he paused. “Don’t you need to go home?" I shook my head.

You see... I live with Aboji. He lives at the cafe. So I was already home. The cafe had an upstairs, which you could get to by the last door in the hallway.

"Well... bye then..." he turned, but then stopped, "You didn't answer my-"

"I'll answer it after I hear you sing, bye!" I hastily said.

He sighed and left the cafe. I sighed. What am I going to do?

"Jieun let's close up early tonight, and eat dinner." I heard Aboji say behind me.

"Ok." I stared at the door that had just closed.

Why can't I fall asleep?!

I checked the time on my phone, 11:42 P.M. I've been in bed for an hour, non-stop thinking. Ughh. I am going to hate when I wake up in the morning. Wooyoung-ssi, once again this is all your fault. You're just causing a whole lot of problems for me now. First you had my bracelet (which I still have to apologize for), then Aboji could've thought weird things when we were together, and now you're keeping me up... I'm talking to myself aren't I? Wooyoung-ssi this is your fault, I'm turning into a crazy person. I'm gonna get banana milk. Banana milk... My favorite just like-

Everything is just reminding me of him. It's not that I like him. I barely know him. He just won't leave my mind... I don't know why... I sighed. I tried to think of something that would help me fall asleep. I remember hearing a voice in class, it was very soothing. I closed my eyes and remember the voice. 

"Kajima kajima nal jiweobeorigettdan gojitmal dasin hajima keureon mareun hajima~"

It was so short, but yet so... beautiful. I wish I could remember who sang it... I yawned.

I think I can finally fall asleep.

I was awoken by the sun...

The sun? The sun doesn't come out until I have to leave for school... I checked the time, 6:39. School starts at 7... SCHOOL STARTS AT 7. I'm going to be late! I rushed to get ready; it's a good thing I take night showers. By the time I was ready it was 6:47. I ran. I have to try to get to school on time right? I heard a car approaching behind me; I panicked and increased my pace.

Please tell me it's not a e.

"Jieun-ssi!"

...well it wasn't a e, but still, it's pretty bad. I checked the time, 6:51.

"Um... Wooyoung-ssi, could you-" he interrupted me,

"Get in." I followed his order, and he raced to school, still maintaining the speed limit. When we got to school it was 6:56, I can still be late, and so can he. We looked at each other and ran for homeroom, one of the many classes we have together. When we walked, more like ran, inside the classroom the bell rang.

"Cutting it close I see." our teacher said.

We just quietly walked to our seat, which by the way are right next to each other. Whispers could be heard from everywhere. That's when I realized what had happened.

We came in together.

"Yah! Who does she think she is walking in with Wooyoung Oppa!"

"Are they going out?"

"She is so not his type."

These people are very annoying.

"Class we have a new student." everyone went into silence. Oh please don't tell me it's-

"Annyeonghaseyo~ I'm Ham Eunjung, please treat me well!" I wanted to puke; she said that in such a... cutesy voice. The whispers began once again, this time about our new classmate. She sat towards the back of the class.

"She's so pretty!"

"She's cute!"

"She seems nice!"

I wanted to laugh. Nice my . I turned to see what Wooyoung thought, not that I cared about his opinion! ..Well I guess I did care, but because he's popular! So he should be able to judge people well. Weirdly though, when I looked at him, all I saw was a blank expression, but in his eyes, I saw... shock.

Ham Eunjung, had homeroom, 2nd, 4th, and 6th with me, which, strangely, are my classes with Wooyoung-ssi. Not only that, but she sits on the other side of him in all those classes, well except for homeroom. She seemed to find her spot in this school, the Populars. 

Well anyway, it was now 6th period, Music, my favorite class.  Music is really looked down upon... well in this school. The class is called 'Music Class', there is no Choir, Band, Orchestra, etc. This class is all those electives into one. So every student taking the class should be well rounded, since we learn all kinds of different things.

"Today we are going to focus on vocals." the teacher said.

This is perfect! Now I can hear Wooyoung-ssi sing, and we can get that problem over with. 

"Everyone get into pairs." with that our teacher left. This was a daily thing; the class is pretty much student-powered. 

"Wooyoung-ssi, will you be my partner?" I asked, but someone else also wanted to be his partner, can you guess who? 

"Oppa, be my partner!" this girl always makes me want to puke. 

I glared at her, she glared back. 

"Jieun asked first."

HA. Take that! I stuck my tongue out. Wooyoung-ssi and I went to find a spot in class. That's when something struck me. 

"Did you call me 'Jieun'?" 

"That is your name isn't it?" he had a sarcastic tone. "Would you rather have me call you 'IU'?" 

I slapped my hand over his mouth. 

"SHH! What if someone hears you!" I looked around making sure I was safe. "Let's just get started. Sing."  

He took my hand off his mouth. "You first!" 

"Why should I go first? You've already heard me!" I complained. 

"You've heard me too..." He said something I couldn't quite catch. 

"What?"

"Nothing.." I didn't believe him but I let it go. "Ok." I replied. "Sing."

This time he didn't hesitate, and took a nervous breath.

"Kajima kajima nal jiweobeorigettdan gojitmal dasin hajima keureon mareun hajima~" 

That song. That voice. I have heard him sing before. 

"Well, how was I?" he asked, breaking me from my trance. 

"You did," I wanted to say amazing, but I couldn't do it, "good." 

He did a little pout. "Just good?" I felt my mouth form a small smile. 

He looked cute... in a brotherly way! But I don't consider him that close! I just... nevermind. 

"Hello?" he waved his hand in front of my face. 

"What?" I said stupidly. 

"Yes or no?" 

"To what?" he gave me an 'are-you-serious?' look. 

The bell rang. Everyone started to leave. 

"Jieun, can I sing with you?" 

"Can I trust you?" I asked him seriously. 

"Yes, I won't tell anyone about this." he crossed his heart. 

I laughed at his action. 

"Yes, you can sing with me Wooyoung." he wore the brightest smile, and his eyes.. they showed true happiness.

My secret is no longer just mine, it is now also Wooyoung's, making it, our secret.

~

OMG. 7? :D

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I hope this chapter wasn't bad, a lot dialouge.. I hope that's ok .3.