The next day you sat at the in the canteen having lunch, you turned to Jeajoong

‘You can just stand behind me’ you explained,

He was standing with his arms folded in front

‘You’re making it really obvious’ you laughed

You pulled his hand and sat him next to you

‘Relax’ you placed a an apple in front of him

He looked at you confused

‘At least pretend you’re a student, and now its lunch time, so eat’

‘what’s up, girl’

You turned to see Tiffany approach you; she leaned in and gave you a light hug

‘Long time no see’ she exclaimed

You stared in disbelief, you had known her for about 8 years and not once had she spoken to you, why the change.

You turned to see her face Jaejoong,

You smiled to yourself, so that was the reason

‘You won’t mind if we join you’ she said

We? You turned to see Jonghyun standing beside her

Your heart fluttered,

But before you could answer Tiffany had already taken a seat.

‘So how do you to know each other?’ Tiffany smiled

‘Well, were family friends, his dad and my dad were old friend and he just moved here’ you exclaimed,

You had never been a good liar, but you couldn’t exactly tell them, well my life is in danger and Jaejoong is my bodyguard, could you?

‘If you want any help, I can be of assistance’ jonghyun smiled

You turned and smiled at him, he was sooo nice.

‘Me too’ Tiffany added

‘See, no wonder he’s class president, he’s so nice to everybody’ you exclaimed

‘Yeah, he’s clever, handsome and nice’ Tiffany agreed, but she was too busy paying attention to Jaejoong.

‘Your clever yourself’ Jonghyun stated, he turned to Jaejoong ‘did you know she’s always top of the class, I admire her’ he turned to you and smiled

You blushed and smiled’ your clever too’

He smiled, and ruffled your hair, the contact made you blush more

Jaejoong stared at you in shock, you weren’t the type to blush or be embarrassed

He paused and smiled, he understood why. 

‘You like Jonghyun don’t you’ Jaejoong exclaimed on your way home

‘No..... I....’ you blushed

‘Typical, just typical, go for the handsome, class president’

‘What do you mean typical?’ you start to get angry

‘I mean look at him, he’s so shallow and fake’

‘No, he’s perfect’ you insisted

‘Yeah...’ he paused ‘too perfect’

‘You’re just jealous’ you said

‘If you haven’t realised, I can get girls on my own’ he exclaimed,

You open your mouth to protest, but you couldn’t but agree

He had a lot of girls surrounding him