Don't let him get to you, Chorong. 

Too late for that. The second that Joonmyun had weaseled his way into her life, she knew that he had already begun to get to her. And not only that, but he managed to make her feel like a complete idiot all in one night! 

How could she let this happen? She was usually so good at judging someone's character and yet she was so oblivious to the fact that this guy, this attractive and frustrating guy, was a player. 

But that's what he was, right? He was the most ridiculous guy that she had ever had the displeasure of meeting and she wanted nothing more to do with him. 

So why the hell couldn't she stop stressing over him? He wasn't worth her time. And he definitely wasn't worth the stress. 

"You look like you're about to kill someone," Nayoung walked out of the bedroom, drying her hair with a towel. "Who were you yelling at?" 

"An idiot," Chorong mumbled and collapsed onto the couch face forward. "Can I just go home? I don't want to be here anymore." 

"You want to go home because of one person, Rongie? Now who's being an idiot?" Nayoung rolled her eyes and walked into her room. "Why don't you just go outside? I'm sure you can find something to take your mind off of whatever is bothering you." 

"I don't want to go outside. I want to lay here for the rest of my life." 

She hadn't felt this lousy in so long. She didn't even know why all of this was upsetting her so much and she had a feeling that her sister was going to get curious sooner or later for her bad attitude. She knew that if Nayoung knew exactly what went down two things would happen. One, she would laugh and probably tease Chorong about it until the end of time or, she would tell their parents and they would force them to come home. 

Actually, that didn't sound like such a bad idea now that she was thinking about it. She could have her easy escape back to her normal life and forget that Joonmyun never existed and screwed her over. 

But she also ran the risk of that first option happening and she knew that the odds would probably not be in her favour. So this was one secret she would take to the grave. Or, at least, hide from her entire family. 

"You're so dramatic. Go make a friend or something! Stay out late and party! Do anything expect be here!" Chorong couldn't help but get the feeling that her sister was trying to run her out. 

"What do you have going on that you don't want me here for?" Chorong sat up and leaned over the back of the couch, staring towards her sister. 

"If you must know, I'm meeting Youngjae a little later for some drinks," she shrugged as she shuffled through her clothes. "You know how I get when I drink." 

"You turn into a ." 

Nayoung shot her a warning look. "Just don't be here, Rongie. Go anywhere." 

"Stop calling me Rongie, Yong Yong." 

Chorong forced herself, unwillingly, to get up from the couch. She grabbed her bag from the corner and headed out the door without another word to her sister. She obviously wasn't wanted and she wasn't going to get in the way of her sister's plans. 

She started to head down the hallway towards the elevators, but stopped quickly when she saw the same douche that she had just gotten rid of. She couldn’t just walk right by him, right? He would definitely stop her and probably waste her time some more. 

She her heels and bolted down the opposite end of the hallway and towards the stairs, only occasionally looking back to make sure she wasn’t being followed by the same nuisance. Luckily, she wasn’t. 

She slammed the door behind her and sunk down on the top stair of the empty stairwell and sighed. What was she supposed to do? How in the world would she avoid this guy when he is staying in the room right next to her? This would be impossible. She wouldn’t be able to go all summer without being bothered by him at least once more. 

Maybe I can hire a bodyguard. 

She started laughing to herself, getting out a few embarrassing snorts, as she shook her head. No, she didn’t need a bodyguard. If Joonmyun was dead set on seeing her she would prepared. And that may or may not mean a nice punch or kick in places that he wouldn’t very much like. 

After laughing for a few more moments, she pushed herself off the step and jogged down the, surprisingly, long thirteen floors until she finally reached the lobby. 

The door swung behind her with a loud thud as she crept her way through the lobby, hiding between anything and everything she could just in case a certain boy just so happened to be around. She wasn’t going to risk being forced into a conversation with him again. 

She managed to make it to the front doors and ran as fast as she could out onto the streets, jogging in any direction she could. Unfortunately for her, once she reached the curb and was about to, stupidly, run out into traffic she was stopped by the large object squealing to a stop. She let out a yell and jumped back, once again, landing right on her bottom. 

She groaned at the soreness of her rear and sighed looking up and finding what had caused her to trip again. She wanted nothing more than to smack her forehead after realising who it had been again. 

“Little darling, we’ve got to quit running into each other like this.” 

Japan boy, which Chorong has decided to refer to him as since she has yet to get his name, kicked the stand down on his bike and climbed off. She couldn’t help but glance up and down his body, making note of actually how hot this guy really was. 

He came around his motorcycle and stuck his hand out once he was standing near her feet. “Come on. Get up.” 

“No thanks, the ground is comfy,” she turned her head away, obviously rejecting his extended hand. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to stand there, arm stretched, and waiting for her to take it. “I said, no thank you.” 

He let out an annoyed sounding sigh and reached forward, taking her wrist as softly as possible without warning and pulling her up, much to Chorong’s protest. The two were now facing each other, his hand still wrapped around her wrist, and their bodies slightly touching. She couldn’t help but feel her breath starting to pick up and she wasn’t exactly sure why she felt threatened by this guy. 

“You just don’t take no for an answer, do you?!” she yanked her arm away from him and stumbled back a bit, putting a distance between the two. “Who do you think you are?” 

“Apparently I’m the guy who was nice enough to pick you off the dirty ground,” Japan boy crossed his arms and stared at her. “You’re welcome, by the way.” 

Chorong followed his lead and crossed her own arms, looking away from him and making a face. Was he really expecting her to thank him? Not only had he almost hit her with his stupid motorcycle, twice now, but he actually ignored her and helped her up anyway. 

But the more she thought about it, she couldn’t help but know that he was probably just trying to be nice and not trying to piss her off. She sighed and dropped her arms, turning back to him. “Okay, fine. Thank you for picking me up even though it was your fault.” 

“My fault?! You’re the one who was planning on running right out into the middle of the street!” The boy let out a surprised huff and motioned with his hands towards the street. “You’re lucky I stopped in time. I could have flattened you,” he reached forward and grabbed her arm again, holding it up. “Not like that would matter much since you’re basically skin and bones.” 

Chorong snatched her hand back and glared. Who did this guy think he was and what gave him the right to be so rude? She knew that he could tell how mad she was just by the way he started chuckling. 

“You’re so worked up. I’m just joking with you. Don’t you have a sense of humour, Chorong?” 

“You remember my name?” That caught her by surprise. She had only met him that one time for such a short period that she really didn’t expect him to remember. 

“Believe it or not, but I am great with putting names with faces.” Japan boy just shrugged his shoulder and turned away from her, returning back to his bike. He climbed back on and adjusted himself to his liking on the seat before turning back to her. “Wanna come?” 

“You’re kidding, right?” she chuckled and shook her head, thinking he was being crazy. But the look he held in his eyes through his visor told otherwise, and she knew that he was sincerely asking if she wanted to go with him. “No way! I don’t even know you!” 

“Doesn’t mean you can’t come,” he cocked his head sideways and narrowed his eyes, as if he were trying to convince her. “Come on, you don’t really want to stay here and mope about whatever was eating you when you were running out into the street.” 

“How did you–” 

She didn’t even bother finishing, because she knew the answer. She had always been considered an open book. She wished so many different times that she could put a lock on that book and hide away, but she knew that she was just too readable. And apparently, this stranger was interested in the story. 

“So how about it?” 

She had no idea what to say. This was the second person she had met in this damn island that wanted to hang around her. Why? Back home she was boring and second rate compared to her sister. So why now was everyone so interested? 

“I think I’ll pass. I don’t know you. I don’t even know your name!” 

She had expected him to just drive off. Maybe even a little more into actually going with him. But, unfortunately for her, he sat in the same position, looking right in her direction. Finally, his hands lifted up to the helmet and grasped the bottom before he pulled it off his head. 

Chorong thought for sure she was going to fall right back over. She had expected some not­ so­ handsome gentleman with a scruffy beard, but what was actually underneath was even more unnerving. 

The boy was completely beautiful. It may not be “politically correct” to call a guy beautiful, but Chorong didn’t care. This boy was. 

His face was sculpted and chiseled perfectly as if God carved it to perfection, spending extra time just to make it as flawless as it could get. His eyes were the colour of rich, expensive whiskey, pouring deep into her and dragging her into the pools. H