When the bell rang, Minho stood up and offered his hands to me. "What a gentleman." I said and took his hands. I tighten my grip to him like I wanted to destroy his big hands. He stayed quiet but I know that he's feeling the pain. 

"Key, wait." Jonghyun said and grabbed my shoulders to flip me around. "Yes?" I asked him, smiling. "Like what I've said. We need to talk." He said with a cold voice. "Uh.. we have a date? See?" I showed him my hands and Minho's hands, intertwined. He stared at our hands for so long but grazed back to my face. 

"If I told you to talk to me, you should talk to me." He stubbornly said and pulled me outside with force. Minho tried to pull me back but he just let me. That stupid frog face. We stopped behind the lockers and glared at me. "What?" I asked him. "What? You will just only say what?" He said and slammed his palm to one of the lockers. "Hey! What are you angry for?" I asked him, frowning. 

"I'm angry because you didn't tell me!" He shouted and he really looked so scary. "That's it? That's what are you shouting about?" I asked him half shouting half whispering since I don't want anyone knows that we're kinda destroying their lockers. "Then, what do you expect? We're bestfriends Kibum and you know that bestfriends can't lie to us like that." He said now in a calm voice. 

"Lying? What do you mean, lying?" I asked. Does he found out that we'r