“Can I sit with you guys?” I asked as I approached my classmates’ table.

“Why do you suddenly ask? You always sit with us for lunch.” A girl stated.

Well, that was true.  My fear of Jongin's fangirls just got the better of me, I guess. I just had to make sure. I shrugged and plopped myself down together with my tray of lunch.

I didn’t have much on my tray; just a box of sandwich and a glass of apple juice. My appetite just went downhill ever since I became a paranoid. Ugh, I have to get a life. I had been chanting that mantra more often lately. I mean, one meeting with Kim Jongin won’t kill, right?

But I thought wrong.

Speaking of the devil, he came just as I was about to take a bite from my delicious sandwich and he just had to ruin everything. Kim Jongin went for my table and stood right in front of me. Everybody, I repeat, everybody was staring at us (probably at him actually). Worse, he shooed my classmates aside so he could sit on my table. He even took my untouched sandwich and ate it. My sandwich. I hadn’t even eaten it! How dare he!

“Oh, this is nice.” He smiled that evil smile of his at me and went to take a sip of my apple juice.

“Not my apple juice!” I exclaimed and grabbed my precious apple juice away from him.

He raised one of his eyebrows at me as if questioning my peculiar behaviour.

“I’m saliva conscious.” I lied.

“Well, you just have to make me an exception because from now on, we’ll be spending more lunches together, Jung Haneul.” He smirked and took another bite from my sandwich.

Okay, he was challenging me.

I put aside my apple juice and bent my body towards him so that whatever that I was going to say wouldn’t be heard by the rest of the students.

“Okay, Kim Jongin. I don’t know what’s got into you but this is going a little out of hand. Did I do you any wrongs? Was it because I woke you up from your nap? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to so please stop whatever you’re doing right now. And stop eating my lunch.” I pleaded and snatched my sandwich away from him. I gave him one last glare before taking a bite from the sandwich as if I accepted his challenge.

“Have I told you that you’re an interesting girl, Jung Haneul?” He whispered back to me, leaning his body forward. Our faces were so close that I could count his eyelashes (not that I did, though).

Before I could think of anything else, he stood up and snatched my sandwich away. Again.

“See you tomorrow.” He smiled and ruffled my hair.

“Yah, Kim Jongin!” I stood up and immediately regretted my action. All eyes were on me now. Ugh, I hate this. I didn’t even care about my apple juice anymore. I just had to stop this nonsense now. When I realised everyone still had their eyes on me, everything became awkward so I took big steps towards the exit.

When I was finally out of the canteen, I started looking for my suspect but he was gone. I didn’t even bother to look for him. I had enough. The thing I feared the most just got real. And I had no idea what to do, not even the slightest bit.