[A/N: Greetings!  I just realized that I haven't replied to the comments for the first 11 chapters of my fic :(. Uh, I read every comment for each chapter, but it slips my mind to get back to the replies. I usually update at 12 am, and stay up til 3 to write the next chappie, so I often forget to reply. But for Chapter 12, I'll start replying again~~~ The poster is by Randomstranger^ ^ I love you my dearie ^ ^]

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>>>YE JIN'S POV<<<

Of course I smiled at Lay. Oh unicorn. Why must you be so observant? We gotta badass over here, ya'll. Uh-oh. Brotha. You did not just observe me like a pro.

"Lay Lay lay, why oh why, you're so funny!" I squealed like a seal and hit his shoulder. 

"Ms. Zhang, are you sure you were watching Running Man?" He asked and gulped down the apple juice. His Adam's apple moved in a certain fashion.

"Ne. I wasn't partying, you silly youngster." I told him. Noona mode on, but we're both 20 years old.

He acts like a 40-year old . He's not fond of skinship. Explains everything. I sometimes laugh at Lay because he's like a mute. He doesn't talk a lot.

Either way, I'm quite threatened. He's got the skills. Ayt. He's got the skills.

"You weren't partying? Oh, alright. I stand corrected." He voiced. He's got that noble kind of voice, the one that sounds regal and righteous... the type of voice that never seems to crack.

I nodded. Lay squinted his eyes a bit and nodded back. "If that's what you say, Ms. Aya Zhang." He said. He looked convinced.

But obviously, I'll keep on pretending. I have to guard myself from Lay's prying eyes.

I do not like surprises, Sir Unicorn.

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I just kept myself busy with my job. I didn't really pay much attention to Lay because it seemed like he believed me when I said that I wasn't partying.

Besides, there's nothing remarkable about Lay's appearance. Kinda plain, facewise. 

He can dance; I've seen them perform, but