Chapter Three

Taeyeon’s POV:

  Argh it's time to do our project. Roarrrrrrr he's late, it's already 4:01. I leaned my back to the gate, playing my phone. Suddenly a huge figure appears in my front. I paused my game and slowly looked up.

  "Hey... " I said as I looked into his eyes. I then smiled, well, for no reason.

  Oh my gosh! Nonono! Poker face! I quickly turned my head away and put back on my emotionless face.

  He was still looking at me blankly. "Hey where are we going?" I said coldly looking aside, he finally snapped out. He blinked his eyes at me, and grabbed my wrists. 

  "Hey hey where are we going?" I said, but he didn't answer.

  "LET GO OF ME!" I shouted as I try my best to snatch away my hand from his grip, but I couldn't, and he tightened his grip. I just caught up and walked beside him with my hand still under his grip.

  My face was heated up. His hand is so warm, like my face. My heart is racing so fast. Omg am I suffering from a heart disease?

  I looked to my wrist and his hand, they're so weird. Why not my hand and his hand? I wanna move my hand upward so that I could feel the warmth of his palm with my hand, not wrist and they would probably fit well.

  HEY HAND! WHAT THE ERT THOUGHT ARE YOU THINKING!!!!!! YOU CAN JUST HOLD A GIRL'S HAND!!!!

  "We've arrived." I was shocked, and I just realized that I kept staring at our hands during the whole walk. OMG that's awkward.

  "Oh... What's this?" I said and took a look at the sign hung up the shop.

  'Star Bar' I read in my mind. I looked at Baekhyun with wide eyes.

  "Hey this is a ba..." I haven't finished my sentence but he's already dragged me in.

  He was still holding my wrist while his another hand was poked into his pockets. There were not much people, I think because it's not yet evening.

  But I'm still not sure why he brought me here.

  I frowned but I just followed where he went.

  He pulled my hand and dragged me everywhere, I didn't know where he's going. I looked to our hands again, I mean my wrist and his hand. It's like a scene of love stories where a boy would hold the girl's wrist and the girl would drop her head feeling shy.

  Well, I'm thinking too far again.

  I didn't notice that we were in a room.

  There're a big table, a big sofa, a television, a fridge and some decorative stuffs. The lights are bright, not like the typical bar room.

  It kinda looks like a bedroom.

  He finally released my wrist. I put my bags on the sofa and looked at my wrist, it is red, I felt the pain. He really gripped hard. I rubbed my wrist to relieve pain, seriously it really hurts. But I like the stain there. =D

  "Sorry..." Baekhyun said softly. He held my hands and checked my wrists.

  "It hurts?" He asked looking into my eyes.

  "Of course!" I said glaring at him furiously.

  Then I pinched his arm hardly. "Arhh!" He shouted.

  "See, even a man would cry over it." I said.

  He made a face to me. Seriously I wanna punch that face.

  "Why the hell did you take me here?" I asked looking at his face as he his laptop, and checking his laptop screen, then login and wtfwfwfwtffff. He’s totally not gonna answer me.

  I gave up on that.

  "I've printed some information already, hope it helps." He said handing me a pile of sheets.

  "Oh, good job." I said nodding my head.

  He really prepared for the project... I didn't do the research #NoOffence. Well I didn't even remember the topic.
 

  "Arrrrhhhhmmmmm" I yawned, opening my big mouth, revealing my decayed teeth.

  It's eight now. And we've finished our project. So fast, I've never expected to finish it in a day.

  It was boring, I did my part and he did his part. We didn't talk much. Just a few sentences like 'how to spell apple', 'how to spell orange', 'how to spell lemon'. Stupid right? All are asked by m