Summary:

None of us were really bothered by other feelings, though—at least not for me. I treated him like someone I just made that could probably be my pen-pal (if this was still in existence). But the fact that he asked for my number was in the way; I bet he felt something more than that.

Then, I finally picked up my courage and asked him,

“Why the hassle, Minho?” I asked bluntly.

“What?”

“I am a tourist, going off two days later and you asked for my number? What for?” Why did you even take a second glimpse of me? Are you crazy?