First period dragged. The mornings always did. My professor, Mr. Jang, was a bit of a stick in the mud. He took himself very seriously as he was a distinguished film maker and by distinguished he meant he made a couple of pretetious independent pieces and won a prize at a local film festival. He was our production tutor to boot and managed to turn making movies into the most tedious thing imaginable. I didn't pay much attention. Changsub had been texting me the whole morning. He had a free period, so he was sat on his own in the library already writing up his new blog article on "90's idol fashion" I couldn't help but feel both offended and flattered.
 
Minhyuk took the same class as me. Only he went to class as and when he felt like it. I didn't see the point. He was there on time but instead of going to classes he just lingered about the courtyard with his friends. He might as well have not bothered applying for college in the first place. However, he must have been bored either that or one of the professors caught them smoking at the back of the gymnasium again and dragged him by his ear to the classroom. Either way the door swung open with Mr. Jang mid sentence and in strolled Minhyuk.
 
He didn't apologise for being late. His lips smacked together as he chewed gum and he sat noisily at his desk behind mine and propped his feet up on the table. Everyones eyes were on him but he was used to that. He was good looking, like he'd fallen straight out of a boy band only it wasn't just that, people often looked at him with the same disdain that I received from the likes of Gayoon. Fact was Minhyuk wasn't the popular college jock, he was a burn out, a trouble maker and the ratio of people who liked him and those who hated him was pretty much 50/50.
 
"What the are you all lookin' at?" He tutted.
 
I looked over my shoulder and he looked right back at me. His mouth opened like he was about to say something but immediately closed again. I shook my head and looked back to the front of the class. He mumbled something to himself but I couldn't quite make out what he said. Professor Jang didn't even waste his breath to comment on Minhyuk's behaviour he just got back to where he was before he was interrupted. Anything said to  Minhyuk always fell on deaf ears. He simply didn't care.
 
After another hour of texting Changsub, cursing Minhyuk in my own head and fighting off sleep the bell finally rang signalling the end of the morning. Time for a fifteen minute break. Changsub had text me to let me know he was waiting outside with Peniel, so I grabbed my things, slew by bag over my shoulder and left the class room as quickly as I could. However as I quickly attempted my escape from the building I heard an oh to familiar voice calling my name and the stomping of footsteps coming up quickly to the back of me.
 
I looked over my shoulder, Minhyuk was standing right by me. The smile on his face soon faded though when I didn't show too much appreciation for his company. "Ah come on are you mad at me or something?" He said his voice almost a whisper. He clearly didn't want anyone to hear what he was saying and by the way he took my arm and tried to lead me into the fire escpae he didn't want anyone to see either.
 
"Let go of me." I said looking down at his hand that was gripping my wrist tightly.
 
He just looked at me his mouth twisted and eyebrows raised. "You're bigger than me. If you wanted me to let go you wouldn't have come so willingly." He said, each word dripped with arrogance. He was always so sure of himself and it just made me question, why couldn't I hate him?

I pulled my arm free of his grip and shoved both hands in my pockets. "How have you been?" I sighed. Being mad wasn't my forte. It was exhausting. As awkward as it was being in front of him I didn't want to make matters worse. So what he didn't call or text after we returned to Seoul. It wasn't like I called him either, I didn't want to come off desperate or clingy. Besides the minute I got home I was back to helping my Mum and Dad at the factory and he would have had all the free time in the world.
 
Minhyuk smiled again. "There we go, was that so hard?" That wasn't the answer to my question. Still, he had a point. I spent all this time trying not to come off clingy or desperate and I went to college with idea of being bitter and resentful. Four traits that really don't suit me well at all. "I've been good." He said with a slow nod of the head. "And how are you? You look as though you've been working out." He said, his eyes flickered over my body and I felt myself blush. It must have been obvious because the next thing I know he's moved closer and he's chuckling away. I feel smaller all of a sudden and vulnerable. My height and build mean nothing. He's bigger than me now, he has a hold on me and could break me if he wanted to.
 
"Well you know, lifting sacks of potatos works the muscles." I had to say something to break the tension. It was warm all of a sudden, I didn't stand all that much taller than him so we were pretty much face to face. I didn't like the way his eyes seemed to undress me and the way his tongue flicked over his bottom lip. He wasn't listening to what I was saying. He kissed me and it took me by surprise. I could feel my face burning up and my body was coated in gooseflesh. It had been one month since we'd last kissed and I'd forgotten how amazing it felt.
 
As quickly as he'd kissed me though he pulled away. He smirked and gave me another once over. "Yeah I knew it." He said as he left me standing by the fire escape, my trousers obviously tenting something I just couldn't stop from happening.
 
"Knew what?" I said, no longer looking at him and feeling embarassed.
 
"You still want me." He said smugly and he was gone.
 
I felt so stupid. He'd lured me away from everyones prying eyes so he could what? Get me hot and bothered to prove a point? Angrily I mumbled to myself as I headed out to the courtyard, Changsub would surely be furious with me for standing them up. I arrived just in time to see Minhyuk passing my friends who were stood waiting for me. He pushed through them and of course Changsub couldn't help but pipe up about how rude he was.
 
"Sorry am I invisible or are you just high?"
 
Minhyuk his heel, walking backwards down the steps that lead to the main college building. "Hey Hyunsuk, might want to put your on a leash before it gets put down." He said before turning back to face the way he was headed, to where his group of friends waited for him by a row of picnic tables.
 
"Well that was rude."
 
I groaned. Changsub didn't know when to keep his mouth shut sometimes and if he wasn't careful it would get him into trouble.
 
"You okay? You don't look so good." Peniel asked looking up at me with puppy dog eyes like I was sick or something.
 
I nodded. "I'm good."
 
"What took you so long?" Changsub asked. I sighed. Peniel wouldn't be bothered about my lateness but Changsub hated it whenever he was left waiting. Morning break was almost over and my next class would already be taking their seats.
 
"Oh you know Mr. Jang. He likes to talk." I lied and luckily they bought it.
 
"Well, ok. Fifth period is cancelled for me, Miss. Choi has a virus or something. More like Ghonoreia if you ask me." He quipped. "So why don't we meet here and we can go have lunch. Catch up, I'm sure there's lots you haven't told me." He said looking at me in a particularly knowing way that made me feel uneasy. I just smiled awkwardly and shrugged.

"Sure" I said and the bell rang, morning break was over.
 
As we walked back to the building, each of us ready for our next class I couldn't help but give him just another look. He was sitting atop the picnic table, laughing with his friends who were sat on the benches around him. Ever the centre of attention it seemed. I took a deep and frustrated breath before going back inside to face the rest of the day.