“Let’s do the group project at my house.” Said Taeyong right after the bell rang.

“What? Why?”

Taeyong shrugged. “Just come. Or you’ll be excluded from my group!”

I rolled my eyes. “Geez. I should be the one who said it! Okay, jerk! Wait me at the gate. I should tell Jaehyun first.”

Now it’s Taeyong’s turn to roll his eyes. “Right. Your boyfriend can’t tag along!”

“He is not my boyfriend!”

“Whatever! Hurry up. I’ll wait in front of the school gate.” Taeyong walked away.

“Geez, jerk! He never listens to other people!” I grabbed my bag, then ran to the music club. I know, Jaehyun would be there. There’s a band competition next week. He and his band had been practicing really hard since last month. I feel bad because as their band composer – I couldn’t accompany them as much as before. Screw Chemistry! Why should I be paired up with Taeyong?! God knows how much I hate Chemistry. And now… I hate it more because of Taeyong.

“Hey, Jae! Sorry… I can’t see your practice today. His majesty, Lee Taeyong, demanded me to do the chemistry project right now, at his house.”

Jaehyun smirked at me. His eyes were glistening mischievously. “I smell something.”

“Duh! Of course. Trouble.”

Jaehyun laughed. “Maybe that Chemistry project would bring chemistry between you two.”

“Right!” I said sarcastically.

“Oh, come on! He is not that bad!”

“Jae, honey, you have no idea how bad he is. I’ve known him since elementary school. Since then until now I couldn’t recall anything good in him.”

“Because you never gave him a chance.”

“Jung Jaehyun! Are you my cousin or his?”

“Yours, babe.” Jaehyun winked and laughed.

“Okay, enough talking about him. I should go. It’s scary when he is angry. Good luck with the practice, Jae! Please say hi to Yuta, Ten, and Taeil.” I hugged my younger cousin, then he ruffled my hair. “Good luck with my soon to be cousin in law too!”

“Jae!”

Jaehyun just laughed.

I ran quickly to the front gate. If Lee Taeyong is equal with trouble and disaster, then the angry Taeyong is = the end of the world!

“Sorry…making you wait.” I said, out of breath.

Taeyong didn’t say anything. He just walked ahead of me. I followed him. Is he mad or not?

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I know Taeyong is rich. But I never know…he is this rich! His house looks like Kim Tan (the protagonist of The Heirs drama)’s house. Filthy rich!

“Follow me.”

I followed Taeyong obediently. I guessed he would bring me to the study room, or library, or any room but his bedroom!

“I won’t do anything. Easy. You know you’re not my type, right?” Taeyong smirked. I just snorted.

“I just don’t want to risk anything in my house. Remember when you touched my glasses at 4th grade, then it’s broken?”

“Geez, it’s not my fault!”

Taeyong lifted one of his eyebrows. “Really? Then how about my bicycle, my crayon, my drawing book?”

I lifted my hands, give up, just to shut him up. How could he remember all of that? Okay, I was… or… still am clumsy. But I broke my belongings more often than his!

Taeyong’s room is super large, with the king size bed, he even has a plasma TV and a mini refrigerator in his bedroom!

“Sit here.” Taeyong pointed his finger at the comfy sofa near TV.

“You have OCD, don’t you?!” I observed his book-case. The books had been arranged alphabetically.

“You said you don’t judge people, but you are judging me now.” Taeyong was glaring at me coldly f