Who's that guy?

I get myself a soda and some munchies and sat down for a moment to watch a cluster of girls around a guy. I could see nothing but the guy's built - nice muscular, terrific body.

"Pretty cute, huh?" a girl said, then sat down next to me.

"His body qualify," I replied.

She laughed. "The face is even better. Nice smile . Luscious lips. Eyes so beautiful they make you quiver."

"Is he seeing someone?" I asked.

"Not far as I know. He just moved here from Japan. His name is Kim Jaejoong."

I choked. Soda bubbles frizzed up into my nose, making my eyes burn. "Did you say Jaejoong?"

She nodded swiftly, daggers of hair falling over her forehead.

As if on cue, the crowd of girls suddenly parted. Jae saw me looking in his direction and grinned.

"Hey, Dara!"

"Hey, Jae."

That was much as Jae and I said that night, but whenever we bumped into each other, he smiled. It was a small, almost secret smile on his lips, but a dazzling kind of smile in his eyes. I mean, that's how it must have looked to those other girls.