“Annyeong haseyo,” I quietly said as I bowed down. She gave me a stranger danger glare. Well, this isn’t uncomfortable at all. “My name is Im Yoona, a journalist from your grandson’s school. Would you mind if I did an interview with him about his victory win in the mathathon?”    She still had that glare planted on her face. “How do I know that you’re an actual journalist? You might be here to take advantage of my grandson,” she defensively said.    My eyes widened at hearing her statement. Do I look I hooker to you? She was either delusional or an innocent-looking grandma with dirty thoughts. For goodness’ sake, I have a notebook and pen in my hand. I shook my head and took my school ID out. “Mrs. Park, I don’t have any intention in doing that. Trust me, I’m just here to do an interview for the school’s newsletter.” She pursed her lips and gave an evil glare.    “How do you know Chanyeol’s address,” she suspiciously asked? Should I rat out on Yixing or lie?   “A member of the math club used to have math practice with Chanyeol at his house. This person gave me the address since I needed to do this interview,” I immediately responded. Smooth Yoona, smooth. Chanyeol’s grandma examined my ID while I stood there for an eternity. Well, it felt like one. She gave me back my ID and nodded. She was quite bipolar because her frown automatically turned into a giant grin and her voice rose one octave. “Welcome and please come in,” she cheerfully screamed! I gave a nervous chuckle as she led me into the house. As I walked in, I saw several toddler pictures of Chanyeol giving the take the picture already face. Of course, many certificates were framed and hung on the walls. Chanyeol had one proud family and the whole celebration proved it. There were colorful balloons and streamers all over the house. Yet, his parents were nowhere to be seen. Brownies were being served and looking at them tightened my stomach. Sweet Jesus, I want that. It was as if Mrs. Park read my mind because she handed me a plate with two slices of brownies on it. I wanted to gobble it up with my hands, but I didn’t want her to think that I was a desperate beast.    “You can go upstairs and wait in Chanyeol’s room if you’d like. It’s the first room on the right,” she sweetly said. I was surprised with her offer, thinking she wasn’t the type to send random girls to her grandson’s room. I gave her a slight smile, nodded, and headed up. I never expected a medium sized house to have so many stairs. As I finally reached the last step, Chanyeol’s door was opened. I peeked in to make sure that it was the right room. It was definitely his room. Just like he said in his victory speech, the plastic mathathon trophy was sitting on his shelf. If Yixing was here, he’d probably attempt to snatch it. Since dirty laundry laid on his blue swivel char, I sat on his bed instead. I took both slices of brownies and stuffed them in my mouth. I wanted to keep my beast image a secret. I felt a piece of hard fabric below my thighs and soon realized that it was a pair of Chanyeol’s used briefs. I kicked it off the bed with my foot and mouthed an ew. I felt contaminated. Dirty laundry and empty water bottles were scattered all around the room. As dirty as it seems, his room was nothing compared to mine. Since I always rush to get ready for school, my room looks bombarded on a daily basis. I’m usually too lazy to clean it on the weekends. There was another door in his room, which I assumed was the bathroom. I heard a monotonous beat coming through the door. As nosy as I am, I leaned my ear against the wall. Park Chanyeol, the mature-looking math