"Are you okay? You've been staring out from the window for a really long time now." YoonA said anxiously. 

I gazed at her, and gave her a small smile. I walked towards her and took a seat next to her. She smiled, and returned to her book. And instead of sitting, she laid her head on my thigh. I was playing with her hair and every once in a while, she glances at me and give me a smile.                                                                            

Though, I lied to her though. I was actually worried, what Hara said before kept popping inside my head. I didn't know what she meant on what she said, I even asked Seung Hyun, but he only answered that maybe she was jealous about me and her cousin going out. But I know what he said was just plain crazy, I've never seen Hara jealous, but I know she's never show her jealousy that way. And assuming that Hara may have feelings for me is just impossible. I wanted to ask YoonA about it, but I hesitated, since if I ask her, she may think that I've been doubting on her. The last thing I want to do is make her angry, so for now, I just leave this case unsolve and wait for a perfect moment to ask her. 

"Soon you'll have wrinkles on your face and grey hair growing out of your head." She said jokingly, but it was obvious that there was worry on her voice. 

I chuckled. "It may happen but I think your first." 

She pouted. "But are you seriously okay?" 

I nodded. Then she ruffled my hair. "Your hair's getting longer."

"Ne, I've been meaning to go to the barbers, but I just couldn't find time."

She shook her head. "Don't I think I like you better with longer hair, especially if you were it on a pony tail."

"Don't you think I'd look like a gangster if I were it this way?" I said, showing her the pony tail.

"Well, you are a gangster anyway." She said seriously.

"EH? How come?" 

"Because you already kidnapped my heart." She winked at me.

I laughed. I didn't expect this side of hers. She was actually teasing me, and even saying some cheesy pick-up lines. 

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing." I smiled at her, then she returned at reading her book.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon. We were actually hanging out in her apartment. Last week, YoonA asked if I could come over to her place, I was all nervous and such. I even practiced some answers that I might use if ever her parents interview me, but in the end, she just invited me to come to her place. Her place means the apartment she bought for herself, to be closer to the school. Her apartment had two floors, two bathrooms, two bedrooms, one living room and a kitchen. She only had one maid, only cooks and fends for her. 

"So you really live here alone?" I asked.

She nodded, "But mom occasionally visits every now and then." 

"Oh, umm, hey can you show me the way to the bathroom?" 

Then she told me the directions, and I quickly stood up and followed her directions. When I returned she was holding my journal. I hurriedly ran towards her and pulled it away from her.

"What are you doing with that?" I asked angrily.

"Omo! I'm sorry, I thought it was a regular drawing book, I didn't expect it to be..." She didn't continue her apology, instead, I just kept my book in my bag. I returned to her, but I kept my distance.

"Tae Min, I'm sorry. Please? I didn't mean it, I didn't know it was-"

"Stop." I cut her. "Just stop." I said coolly.

"But, I'm really sorry, please, I didn't-"

"I said stop." I glared at her.

"Okay okay, but can you come back here? I miss you when you're away." She said, patting on the seat next to her. I moved. She kissed me lightly on the cheeks. And rested her head on my shoulders. We didn't move or anything. She didn't even talk. We sat there for a long time, and she never even moved her head. Then I forgot my anger, and glimpsed at her. She was sleeping already. I chuckled, who would've expected her to sleep at this kind of situation. I moved her to make her more comfortable, so I placed her head on my thigh. 

I just stared at her. She was clearly pretty. Even in her sleep, I'm still captivated by her every move, every breath. I couldn't help myself, I feel greedy for wanting her all to myself. To relish the moment, I took a pillow, and used that to support her head. I gently stood up and went to the chair across the couch. I took my journal outside my bag, and started to draw her. 

While drawing, I heard her stir. I looked at her, and she was still sleeping. 

"Saranghae TaeMin." 

I startled, I hurriedly looked at her, she was still sleeping. I was overjoyed, she was dreaming of me. So there's a grin glued to my face and my stomach filled with butterflies.