Hanbin's PoV

  What is this? This was nothing like I imagined.    We are all together in the living room. Tick. Eunji is teaching me. Tick. She is wearing glasses. Tick.    But the beautiful girl that I fantasized earlier this afternoon has turned into something scary.    She wore an oversized tshirt that looked familiar and a very short pair of shorts. Her hair was tied up messily into a bun with strands escaping out of it. She had no makeup on and instead was wearing a old looking pair of glasses. Her look was similar to that of an old granny ready to attack anyone who dares to offend her. Weird but that's the feeling she gave off to me.    "Are you listening? This is already the simplest method. If you don't get it then I don't think I'll be able to help you."   Her voice pierced through the silence.    "No, no I do get it. Thanks. I'll try to use that formula now."    Proving it, I took the paper from her and attempted the question that I was struggling with not too long ago.    "Eunji, how do you do this? I've tried using..."   "Wow you're so fast. At this rate, I think you'll be able to score at least a 70."   I flinched.    //Stop smiling at other guys than me//   Distracted, I glared at the two in front of me who only had innocent thoughts of trying to solve a typical question.    Jinhwan was attentively listening to her explanation. It annoyed me so much that they were only shoulders apart. I was more than ready to jump out of my seat and split them apart. But I had self control though barely enough, I still had to somehow restrain myself. Instead, I focused on the shirt she was wearing.    // that shirt, it looks so familiar but where did I see it from? //   Just then, my desk partner who was struggling with the same question as me came into my view.    A thought struck me.    "Eunji! Why are you wearing hyung's shirt?!"   There was this bubbling hot feeling inside me. My eyebrows naturally furrowed. I left my mouth hanging. I couldn't see anything except for Eunji and her oppa. Jealousy. How unsightly of me to possess such an unpure feeling.    "It's... no big deal really. Why can't I wear my oppa's shirt? It's big and comfortable."   // no that's not it! so is it fine with you if you wear any shirt that belongs to a guy if it's comfortable?? //   I grunted, unable to deal with the frustration. The guys on the other hand, seemed to have understood what was going on.    Junhwe mocked, "It's okay. You can wear my clothes as well. I don't mind."   I clicked my tongue in refusal.    "Keep your clothes to yourself. I don't need them."   I wanted to add on that his style wasn't really my type but I couldn't. His sense of fashion is really good and I wouldn't have rejected his offer if it was not for being in such a situation.    I got up from my se