Being fawned over by females was not new to Oh Sehun. It didn’t bother him so long as they kept their distance. And he couldn’t be troubled to do something about it either so long as it didn’t change how Aya regarded him. He had decided a long time ago not to hold any interest in people who liked him without first trying to go beyond his appearance. Not that Aya had commented anything on his looks, but regardless, if she had agreed to date him, it must mean she found him attractive, too, right?   Solenn was a completely different case then. She did not only insistently bother him with her advances, she also had the guts to openly confront Aya about it. Solenn’s annoyance he could tolerate, but dragging Aya into the picture was an entirely different matter altogether.   And now, skimming through the script which Aya had left on her desk when she had dashed out for an emergency meeting with the council right after dismissal, he could not believe what he was reading.   Dammit.   the script and storming out of the classroom, he went straight to the theater house. Solenn was sitting cross-legged in a semi-circle on stage with what appeared to be the rest of the production team, busy poring over some papers. To hell with that. Sehun ascended the stage, reached for Solenn’s wrist, pulled her out of the group, and dragged her out of the building, completely ignoring the protests of the other club members.   “Sehun, what are you doing?”   He didn’t answer. He continued to drag her until they were by a deserted corner of the field and out of anyone’s earshot.   “Hey, it hurts.”   Nearly shoving her aside when he finally let her go, Sehun tossed Aya’s script towards the ground between Solenn’s feet.   Solenn didn’t seem to mind the rude gesture and picked up the booklet. “Where did you get this?” The name printed on the cover page answered her question. She frowned. “Why is this with you? Is she running lines with you?”   “Don’t play dumb with me.”   That was all Sehun said, in the same arctic tone he used whenever he was forced to address this girl. And of course, Solenn wasn’t foolish either. The only reason for this boy to seek her out was because he had read the script, and that he had learned about the kissing scene. It made her bitterly triumphant—that no matter how much he hated it, there was nothing he could do about it now. Never mind that it also confirmed how much and how deep his feelings were for Aya. If Solenn couldn’t have him for herself, then she wasn’t going to make it easy for any other girl.   She smiled as she looked up at him. His eyes were beautiful, even when they were b over with hatred towards her. She realized it was better that he harbored ill feelings for her than not have anything for her at all. He had said it himself—misery he could bear, if it was misery for the person he loved. At least in this respect, she and Sehun were the same.   Sehun’s glare narrowed. “Your tears mean nothing to me.”   Solenn half-laughed, half-sniffed. She hadn’t noticed she was already crying. Well, and she was done acting tough in front of him.   “It takes this to finally make you acknowledge me,” she said quietly. “It takes involving her to finally make you talk to me. But,” she lifted a palm to hush him, “I find it shocking that she still hasn’t told you about it. It has been, what, two weeks since the final script was handed out.”   Two weeks? Already? Whatever biting reply he was thinking just moments ago vanished as one thought pierced his mind. His heart was instantly up his throat, the pounding loud in his ears. She couldn’t have…   “Sehun? Are you all right?”   He brushed off Solenn’s hand and turned away.   “Hey, you’re turning pale—“   He hurried back towards the students building, then up towards the council room. She couldn’t have… He paused before the sliding doors. They couldn’t have… The curtains were down, which meant that Aya was still in the middle of a meeting.   He tried to peek through the gaps, searching for her. She was usually settled by the corner, not wanting to disturb anyone if she couldn’t help excusing herself.   Ah, hell!   It was frustrating not being able to intrude on them just as he had with the Arts Club. But then he had good reason not to, for no matter how distraught he was at the moment, he couldn’t afford to embarrass Aya just to satisfy his curiosity. She deserved better. And hadn’t he decided he was going to better himself for her sake?   “Sehun?”   He nearly tripped on his own feet as he staggered backwards—if not for Aya holding out her hand and gripping his arm to keep him in place.   “Are you all right?” She was whispering. She, too, didn’t want to disrupt the progressing meeting inside. But what was she doing here? Outside?   “Aya.” Her name was a drawn-out breath of relief.   Aya seemed to have sensed it, too. Her eyes had morphed from a look of surprise to one of concern. As if on cue, her hand flew to his forehead. She looked so adorable from his perspective, tilting on her toes just to get a proper feel of his temperature.   “You don’t have a fever, do you? You don’t feel hot at all.”   And then he had to laugh, just a chortle really—quick and low—just as he sank before her, one knee supporting his entire weight. He didn’t mean to make her panic with his gesture, but he couldn’t stop himself.   “Okay, seriously, Sehun.” Aya was kneeling down now, to