"Score!" You heard someone chuckle loudly and your face turned red immediately. 

Unintentionally you placed one hand on his chest and the other on his built arm as you tried to regain your balance. He curled up slightly as you tried standing up, putting all your weight on his thinly covered chest and arm. You didn't care about him or the people around you, all you wanted to do was run away and hide. Your reputation was at stake here! 

"Lucky nerd." you heard someone mumble disappointedly.

It took you a while to get up but when you did, you couldn't help but smile at your success. You weren't the athletic type, scratch that, you weren't human. It was as if your arms and legs were made of boneless tentacles, useless enough to prevent you from doing anything that involves moving. 

"Done showing off your abs?" a deep voice interrupted you personal celebration. 

"Thanks Wufan." he mumbled, struggling with his shirt as he tried to put it down.

The imprint of your face on his abs didn't help your racing heart at all. It was the first time you had ever been in such a contact with a guy, the was closest you had ever been with anyone to be exact, in terms of skinship. 

You watched as a tall man pull Jongin up to his feet. His face looked familiar which was a surprise since you were bad with faces or names. 

He turned around abruptly, his gaze tearing a hole into your small head. He took a step closer to you, your gazes never disconnecting. It took you quite a lot of courage unexpectedly as you tried to stay your ground. 

"You did this?" he pointed at the chairs beside him and you swore you saw steam come out of his ears. What was he a bull?

"Neh! So?" you raised a brow, curling the corner of your lip, proving to him that you will not back down. 

He took another step closer and you were only a few centimeters apart. His tall, built figure hovering your smaller and feminine one. Your neck was slightly aching from looking up at him, his height obviously uncomparable to yours.

Both your eyes were glimering with anger and persistance. Both were challenging, intriguing and none of you wanted to back down. Even behind those big glasses, his gaze was as strong as yours. He had that intimidating aura that could easily grab your attention. There was something about him that reminded you of someone but you couldn't put your finger on it.

"Wh.."

"OH MY GOSH!" you gasped loudly, curling your body as you felt a slight hint of pain. 

Your nose was aching and you felt your head spin. Your eyes were tearing up slightly as you hurriedly squuezed your nose. 

Everybody watched as you sat down defeatedly on the nearest chair. You were breathing exaggeratedly loud as you forced your nostrils shut. They couldn't tell what was going on and neither could Yifan who apparently won without even doing anything. 

"Are you okay?" he bent down, kneeling in front of you. 

No matter how much he hated you, he was still a kind guy. He couldn't help but feel concerned about a girl who had just broken down for some reason that who knows what.

You began coughing loudly as another round of his breath whipped past your shut nose. It was like it was seeping through your pores, torturing every part of your body. 

"Did you brush your teeth?" you moaned out load as a disgusted expression was glued all over your place. 

Before he could say anything, a loud round of laugh interrupted him. He turned around abruptly, eyeing the guy who was curled up to a fetal position. His arms wrapped around his belly tightly as he tried to ease the pain from too much laughing. The other guy beside him had his back turned, his shoulders moving up and down rapidly while the other guy covered his mouth desperately. 

"I did!" he replied, slightly screaming as he convinced you of the truth that was likely a lie.

Your eyes rolled back, almost disppearing from the toture you were getting. You quickly shoved your hand into your back pocket, fishing out for something you hoped will help you. 

Your eyes instantly brightened, as you looked at the bright pink handkerchief in your small, feminine hands. 

"Here!" you hollered, shoving the piece of cloth into his slightly opened mouth. 

He almost gagged at the sudden attack as he fell back onto the ground. His eyes were wide open with shock as he stared at you intently. 

"Mr. Wu Yifan what are you doing o....." his voice at first sounded calm and bright until he was immediately cut off by the sight in front of his eyes. 

Pink paint was splattered everywhere. The chairs were dripping wet and and students had prints on their pants. 

"...What did you do to my studio?" he cried out, trying his best to stop the tears from falling. 

His quarter million dollar studio was in pieces. He couldn't believe it at first until he saw your face. Hand prints on your cheeks, immediately knew who the culprit was. 

"Gee and Yifan! Get to the Principal's office! Now!" he hollered, pointing at the door beside him. 

Usually you'd just ignore him and stay in your seat but as soon as you heard the order, you ran to the door quickly. Itw as your only way of escape. The only way to stop the unbearable torture. Even the instructor was surprised but he was too focused on his ruined studio. 

You placed your hand on the wall as you gasped for air as soon as you reached the outside. You were breathless from running and from the torture you had just experienced. 

"It's because I didn't have time to eat." that same deep voice interrupted you once again. 

Quickly you stood up straight, patting your shirt as you pretended to remove the dirt. You turned around abruptly, your long hair that was tied up whipped pass your bare face as you faced him straightly. 

"Whatever." you raised a brow before you turned around once again and began walking away. 

Your loud steps echoed in the empty hallways, followed by faint rubber steps that wasn't yours. 

"Stop following me you dork!" you complained, not even bothering to turn around as you kept walking. 

"I don't know where the Principal's office is." he chuckled quietly ignoring his new nickname, laughing at himself for not remembering the place he just went to the day before.

"Find it yourself." you answered irritatedly. 

Having a lot of people watching you was bad enough, you didn't need a stalker that might do worse things. Just the thought of it creeped you out. You remembered when you first came out as a model, it freaked you out to find some guy peeking through teh gap of your window. That was probably the worst experience Sunghun ever had since he had to find the guy, report the guy, help you change rooms that was closer to his which was pointless since you forced him to sleep in your room instead. He had to sleep on the cold, hard ground for weeks until you finally got over it. It wasn't your fault, you suggested to buy another bed but he had to be so cheap to stop you from doing so. His fault not yours, atleast that was what you liked to believe.

"Alright." he murmured quietly as you heard chewing sounds. 

You guessed he was eating something, hopefully a mint since you didn't want to be stuck in the Principal's cramp office with him breathing the same air. No! 

Though he said he'd find it himself, he just kept walking behind you. 

"You're still following me." you murmured, letting out a big sigh as you kept walking. 

"It just happens that you're going the same way." he lied, unaware of the impatience building up inside you and soon you will explode. If he didn't want to see that, he should leave. 

He inspected every corner of your back as he walked straightly behind you. Your fit, white shirt was stained with drops of pink paint. The curves of your back being emphasised by the fitness of it, he thought maybe you could be a model with that figure. Your skinny jeans gently hugged your slim, long legs as you walked elegantly in front of him. Your long, blonde hair was tied up to a messy bun, exposing your small, slender neck. He thought your hair would look better if it was naturally black.

"Aish just leave me alone!" she spinned around abruptly, interrupting his inspection. 

Only then he realised you weren't wearing any makeup yet you were glowing more than before. Your pink cheeks and milky, white skin made you look angelic, charming and even more beautiful though you were covered with pink paint. The first time he saw you, he thought yes you were hot but at that moment, he thought you were beautiful.

"What are you doing?" your eyes were wide open as you pointed at his face. 

"None of your business." he mumbled as he looked away, trying to avoid your gaze. 

He thought he was caught staring for a second there until he realised you were pointing at the bright pink handkerchief that was wrapped around his face and tied behind the back of his head. He hoped the thin cloth would stop the bad breath from passing through.

He looked like some eccentric gangster, wearing a bright pink piece of cloth around his face.

How dare he talk to you like that? You completely forgot about giving it to him and you shouldn't have! Were you so desperate earlier that you didn't notice what embarrassing thing came out of your pocket?

"Aishh whatever!" you stomped you feet, scratching your neck irritatedly, ignoring the fact that your super duper cute and super duper pink handkerchief was displayed on his annoying face.

You turned around and began walking back to where you came from. He curiously watched as you stomped away furiously, his brows furrowed as he did so. 

"What are you doing?" he questioned, confused about what was going on.

"Keep going straight and at the end of the hall, turn right. The Principal's office is there." you mumbled behind gritted teeth.

"Where are you going then?" he questioned, still unaware of how your mood and brain functions. 

"None of your freaking business dork." you imitated as the corner of you lip curled up to your evil smile unintentionally. 

He pulled the handkerchief down but it was still tied around his neck. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly at your last remark. Maybe just maybe, he could get used to that name or atleast get used to ignoring it.

Looking down at the handkerchief, he couldn't help but let out another chuckle as he stared at it. It was so pink, decorated with pink and most likely hand made flowers. At the corner he could see something written in white but it wasn't clear enough due to the pink paint that was splashed on it.

"Interesting." he whispered as he looked back up and watched your figure slowly fade away.

Author's Note: 

Another Wufan moment. I know Kris' real name is Yifan but I have no idea why I find Wufan cute too. Anyway go with that guys. Hopefully you'll get used to that name.  

Comments are MORE THAN LOVED <3

 His dork moments are still so hot >.<