I looked up at the sky and quickened my pace.

The darkening of the stratosphere and the large pillow of the clouds piling up indicated it was going to rain heavily.

But it was still summer!

What is wrong with the weather?

Global Warming?

Is it that? 

The clouds roared darkly and I couldn't help but curse. 

How come a sky filled with sunshine and birds become so gloomy and dull? 

Those stupid weather forecasting guys can't even predict the weather right? What do they get their salaries for?

And where the hell is that stupid chauffeur with my ing car when I need him?

This was the nth time I was calling him but the slacker wasn't picking up. When I reach home, I will make sure to fire him for his carelessness! Groaning, I pushed the device back into my pocket and tried hailing a cab, but it looked like they were too busy ignoring me.

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with these guys?

Don't they love money?

Don't they need it?

Fine! Forget it!

I have more important things to do instead of thinking about their lazy asses. If they don't want to earn then it ain't my fault. I was praying to all the Gods out there to make the angry clouds go away for like an hour or so when the first splatter touched me.

Oh damn!

A little later the rainfall became intense. 

People ran in search of a shelter for their heads and soon all the nearby stalls and stores were flooded with them. Even though I wanted to join them and help myself by not getting wet, I couldn't. So I kept running like crazy on the sidewalks, ignoring the muddy water dirtying my expensive outfit. I am sure going to teach that idiot driver a lesson! After my school's huge iron gates came into my view, a smile of relief appeared on my face. Running at lightning speed, I stepped inside the building and stopped for a few seconds to catch my breath.

Gosh, I've never run like this. 

And I never, ever, wanna run like this again!

Not only I was out of breath, but also felt so dirty and stinky. My white slacks were all brown now and my favorite shirt was stained with mud and dirt. I guess it's finally time to ask Dad to hand over those car keys to me now. Being driven to places by someone is only troublesome.

Plus, I am eighteen already! 

Glancing at the watch, I realized I was 15 minutes late and for that, my music teacher was going to have my head but that's fine.

I have done it before so it's all cool.

But first, I need to drink something! I feel like I'm gonna die from thirst!

I was walking towards the vending machine when I heard a familiar voice from behind.

"15 minutes, 23 seconds, and counting. Wow, Byun! You never really cease to impress me."

Turning around, I saw my music teacher, Miss Jung, who did not look very pleased. Well, she never looks happy or anything close to it. She has been our teacher and composer for five years now and there was not even a single day when we went without arguing over something, no matter how trivial it was. I hated her, and it was clear that she didn't like me either. I don't know how we got into a situation like this. Or maybe I know. Maybe it all started when she had scolded me for not getting my notes correct and to take my revenge, I may or may not have given her wild hair when she was just about to go out on a date later that same day. You should've seen her date's face when he had laid eyes on her!

It was really funny!

Who would dare to date such a nuisance anyway, right? 

I was brought out of my trance when she spoke again.

"Why are you late?" This time it was a soft tone and I could sense that something bad was coming. She only does that when she is about to drop a bomb and I wondered what it is going to be this time. As much as I wanted to ignore her and get myself the juice I'd been eyeing since the moment I got to the machine, I found myself replying because life's much better when Miss Jung is happy.

"Miss Jung! Good evening! I am sorry for being late but you see my car broke down and -" 

"You could've taken a bus," she said as a matter-of-factly. 

"And get exposed to germs and viruses?" I said raising my brows. "In case you have forgotten Miss Jung, I'm the main vocalist of the group and me getting sick is the last thing everyone will want at such a crucial time, don't you think?" 

"Oh really?"

"Obviously!"

"Hmm, okay. Then let's change that." The lady said calmly but I saw that! That evil look in her eyes. 

"Because you are so concerned about the group, and as I can see you're already drenched and can get sick due to it, you are the sub-vocalist from now on."  

"You're kidding," I gasped narrowing my eyes. Miss Jung crossed her hands and looked like she was deep in thoughts. There was this heavy silence that was making me anxious and I was this close to bursting out when our eyes met.

"You know what...you are right," She smirked. "I should not make you a sub-vocalist, rather I should kick you out!" 

I couldn't believe my ears. It hit me like an earthquake, shaking me from head to toe. No, wait. It's an understatement to describe the emotions that were suddenly erupting inside me. I was angry, baffled, raged, and confused. This had to be some kind of a joke because this...this can't be happening to me...!

No way!

"I have enough of your sassiness and carelessness Byun. I tried everything with you but you're up to no good. Now excuse me because I have a group to look after. You can stay here till the rain slows down and after that, I want you out of here." Miss Jung stated and turned her heel to walk away when I decided to stop her. 

"YOU CAN'T KICK ME OUT! I WILL SUE YOU!" I must have yelled loudly because the next moment I saw my group members rushing out of the music room. They were all looking at us with a face filled with confusion. I was no different than them either.  Well yes, she had given me some warnings before that she'd make me the sub vocalist or that occasional 'I'm gonna kick you out' if I don't attend the practice regularly or come on time but I've always thought that she was bluffing. Never really thought that she'd kick me out for real. Ever.  

"I already did and just for your information, I am not scared of your threats. Go ahead and sue me for all you want but I can't and I won't tolerate a lazy and irresponsible member in my team." 

"Tha-that's absurd! I am the best out here and-" 

"You certainly are not the best." Miss Jung stated as she looked out the window and before I could retort, she spoke again. "The rain has stopped. You can leave now. I don't want the members distracted." With that said, she walked away with my group or should I say, my ex-group tailing behind her. I saw Kyungsoo, my best friend and the lead vocalist of the group, and my other friend Jongdae staring at me with pity but I just scoffed.

I didn't want their pity.

I want no one's pity!

If anything, they should've stood up for me and should have told that crazy lady not to make decisions she was going to regret later!

I will make sure to deal with these two traitors later tomorrow because right now, I can't have that annoying, narcissistic hag walk away with the last word.

Never in a million years!

"YOU KNOW WHAT? ING ROT IN HELL FOR ALL I CARE!"

The rain had finally stopped and people were back on the road.

It was a little busy and I kept bumping into someone now and then. They glared at me, hoping I would say sorry or something and when I didn't, they cursed but I couldn't care less about that. My mind was already filled with thoughts of strangling that of a teacher to death. How dare she toss me out like I was some trash or something? I am the best! Nobody can compete with me. She will definitely realize it soon and then she will come back begging me to join back and then, I will kick her ! 

Sounds perfect! 

To celebrate the evil thought that had crossed my mind, I decided to treat myself to coffee and cake and the next moment, I found myself standing in front of a cafe. As I entered in, the warm breeze welcomed me. Guess they turned the heater on since it was chilling outside. I must be looking like an Idol or some famous personality because I could feel every eye on me as I walked up to the counter. 

But isn't it like that always?

I am Byun Baekhyun after all, the sole heir of the infamous Byun Industries. I have modeled for a few fashion magazines as well and not to forget that I was once, a leader of the group 'Bored' which is famous among the high scholars. I felt confidence finding its way back into me and I felt better. Maybe coming to the cafe wasn't a bad idea after all. I was looking at the display to make up my mind about what to order when a deep and heavy voice startled me.

"Hello! Welcome to EXO Cafe!" the boy at the counter grinned. The moment I laid my eyes on him, his big ears caught my attention. They were..really huge..and stuck out..like an elf. You could tell it made him look a little like Yoda. And he was really tall, like a freaking tower. Aaannnddd he was handsome only if...only if ... it wasn't for that creepiest grin I've ever seen in my entire life! Who shows all their teeth when smiling? Not me. Not anyone else I know. I must have taken an eternity to answer because the Yoda guy cleared his throat for my attention. A heavy taint of red painted my pale face when our eyes met. I noticed he had big eyes, just like Kyungsoo's, only less scary and more softer and beautiful. They were..so deep.. and so... so... sparkling.

"Are you okay?" Yoda asked and I felt my heart skipping a beat. He looked genuinely concerned and God, that frown on his handsome face made him look so ing y! But yeah, this is not the time to fawn over him. If I don't have anything hot in my system in the next .00987 seconds, I am going to freeze to death!  

"Yeah," I managed to reply without embarrassing myself and tried maintaining a straight face which was hard at the moment because of the god-freaking blush. Ah, can this boy not look at me? It's so intimidating. 

"Okay. Can I know your order then, Sir?" he said again with that stupid grin plastered on his face. Another minute passed and I said nothing instead of staring at him. How can I not? He was flawless and hot. Too perfect and too stunning to stand behind the counter. With a face so gorgeous and height to envy, he could be anything; an actor, a model, an Idol. Even a CEO! But here he was, waiting behind the counters. What a waste of such a handsome face. Anyway, the point is, this Yoda was really, really, really charming. The uniform he was wearing must be feeling lucky right now. A sudden thought of asking him out popped into my head and maybe I was this close to doing that when I heard whispers from my back. 

! 

How can I forget that I was in a ing queue? 

Byun Baekhyun you are so doomed!

"Sir? I am sorry to say this again but can you please proceed with your order?" 

"I'm looking." I glared at the guy and diverted my gaze back to the menu display. My heart was going crazy and I thought I would die because of a heart attack. I couldn't even read the board properly because of that stupid Yoda. He ing messed me up badly. All I could think about was him and his creepy grin and oh god did I just see him holding those coffee cups on the television screen? 

"Do you know what you wanna order now?" The voice brought me back to reality and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. This has never happened to me. Why am I acting like a stupid teenage girl in love? 

Please ground, open up, and swallow me!

The groans were now louder and I was kind of annoyed. Why are they making it a big deal? It's okay to be indecisive, isn't it?

"Sir please, be quick. There are other customers in line as well." 

"So? They can wait. I haven't made my mind up yet." 

"Ummm..yeah but as you can see we have other customers waiting, can you just be a little quick?" 

 "Like I care." The ?

Baekhyun you have lost it. I mentally banged my head against a wall and cried. Why can't I place an order and get away from there? Damn it! Suddenly the Americano caught my eyes and I was about to speak up when Yoda said the unexpected.

 "You can go sit somewhere-umm-at that table," he pointed at an empty table in the corner, "and when you decide what you want, you can always come up here and then place your order."  

And all my soft feelings for him just went straight to the trash can.  I wanted to snap his neck and kill him right then and there. Nobody has ever dared to insult me. Nobody gets back at me like that.

NOBODY TALKS TO ME LIKE THAT!

"What did you just say?" I asked in disbelief.

"You heard me the first time." the boy said with a wink. Damn! Did he just WINK at me?

"YOU !" I slapped my hands on the counter, earning an amused look from the boy. 

"Hey hey, no need for vio-"

"NOBODY DARES TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I AM BYUN BAEKHYUN!" I pointed at myself and screamed.

"THE BYUN BAEKHYUN!"

The gasps from the others reached my ears.

HAH. Right!

That's how people react whenever they hear the BYUN title because of we, are the definition of the riches and luxuries in South Korea.

"I don't care if you're a Byun or a Kim or just whatever," Yoda sighed. "You're still just a customer like everyone else here in this cafe, Sir."

Just a customer?

What. The. Hell. 

How can he say that I-Byun ing Baekhyun is just some ordinary customer? He should feel honored for getting a chance to serve someone like me. How the can he even think something as absurd as that??

"Please, move aside. You are causing a scene here." 

"I'm not someone whom you can ing tell what to do. I am BYUN BAEKHYUN and I'm going to sue you! Where the hell is your manager? Call him!!!"

"Uh, he's running late but I can give you his number if you want." I had to blink multiple times to realize that he was saying what I thought I heard he said. Seriously, the nerve of this moron! Who the hell does he think he is?

"You think I am kidding, huh? Well, be ready to say bye-bye to your job!" I poked him and was about to walk away when suddenly it clicked in my mind. How am I going to sue him when I don't even know his name? With a swift move, I did a 360 and looked at his uniform for the name tag. A frown appeared on my face when I read it. What kind of name is that? It doesn't even make any sense to me. But let's just ignore it for now. I have some important business here.

"You-Park Chanyeol, that's your name, huh?" I tried to look intimidating.

"That's me!" he chirped.

What is wrong with him? Is he mentally sick or what?

"Yeah, whatever! Good luck finding new jobs from now on." And with that, I stormed out of the cafe. I didn't want to see his stupid handsome-ugly-grinning-or smiling or just whatever it is-face again!

NEVER IN MY LIFE!

With a fuming face, I reached the bus stop and waited for the bus to come because my ing chauffeur was not picking up his phone again. Damn him!

It was again raining heavily and it seemed like it was not planning to stop any soon. With a long sigh, I leaned against the cold steel rod. I have always hated the rain.

Just don't ask the reason.

I simply do.