http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4rBZa3xsx8   You took a step up to greet Daehyun but your wrist was suddenly tugged back by Kris. His fingers locked securely around your small wrist. A spark of caution gleamed in his eyes as he gently pushed you behind him.    Daehyun let out a smirk in disbelief. “What? Now you’re not going to let me hug my own dongsaeng? Unbelievable.” You could see Daehyun’s friends snickering and whispering something as they looked between you and Kris.   “Kris, let go of me,” you mumbled under your breath. “It’s only Daehyun oppa.” You yanked your wrist away. Unfortunately Kris held on fast and had no intention of letting go. “Kris.” You hissed.   “Just talk to him from this distance,” Kris grumbled back; his tone was frightening and icy enough to make shivers run down your back.    *You are impossible! Ugh.* You sighed in defeat and looked away from him. You gave Daehyun an apologetic look. His eyes softened a bit when he looked at you. You smiled to ease the tight atmosphere. “It’s nice seeing you again, oppa.”   “I guess,” Daehyun shrugged and played with what sounded like a set of keys in his pockets. “How come you never gave me a call the day after the party? I was waiting for you.”   The question surprised you. “I thought you were going to be busy packing for Jeju,” you replied, slightly perplexed.   Daehyun’s lips pressed in a tight line. Without saying anything, he took a step closer. His friends followed closely behind, making Kris to push you back a bit farther. His eyes narrowed together, studying their every move.   Daehyun, who noticed it, lifted both his hands up in defeat. “Whoa, I’m not going to hurt her. Promise. I just wanted to have a private chat with my favourite dongsaeng. Guys, step back a bit.” He nodded to his group of friends to step back.    Obediently, the group of boys a stepped back. Daehyun smirked and returned his attention back to the giant man in front of him; his eyes glinting at his rival.   “I’m sorry but from what I recall, the last time you were given that opportunity, you let your hormones take control and did what that ‘thing’ down there told you to do, and not your heart.” Kris said through clenched teeth.   Your eyes widened. Daehyun’s smirk evaporated. He gawped at the boy with a flushed face.   “Kris!” You burst out, face red with embarrassment. “How could you say such an awful thing?!” You worriedly glanced at Daehyun who looked just as red as you.   Kris rolled his eyes and gave you the longest look he had ever given anyone. “Goddess, have some more sense, will you?”   Your eyes squinted together in confusion. “What are you talking about?”    Kris ran a hand through his hair before he said, “I don’t get why you are not upset at him for stealing a kiss from you. The other boys had told me about you and Chanyeol. You were mad at him for at least a week until he apologized to you about it. What happened between you and Chanyeol was accident. What this ‘oppa’ did to you was no accident. So why are you not mad at him? Tell me, Goddess, because I don’t think I understand your way of thinking at all.”   “Kris...” you whispered in shock. You were at loss for words.   “Is it because he’s your Daehyun oppa? So being your Daehyun oppa, he has the right to do anything to you?” Kris questioned. He didn’t even know why he was going so worked up. The moment he saw your expression fall, his leader instincts kicked in. On the inside, he was mentally cursing himself. Normally he listened to his head because it was more rational, but as of late, things were beginning to feel a little disproportionate.    Daehyun sighed loudly, making the two of you to momentarily look back at him.    “I’m sorry to have interrupted you guys,” he said; though he did not sound very sorry at all. Kris read the resentment that held in his eyes. “But I just have to talk to my dongsaeng for a minute. Okay? I’m not going to kiss her so you can relax yourself.” Daehyun said, and without hearing Kris’s objection, he pulled you off to the side a bit.    Your eyes flickered to Kris, who was still holding onto the plastic bag of food. He let out a long wistful sigh before lifting his head up. His eyes searched the stars in the sky before they became fixated on the bright white Moon. The light of the lamp post hit his face and illuminated his every feature. The regret of what he said had washed over his face. Your lips turned into a frown. Kris was right. What happened between you and Chanyeol was an accident, and y