"ottoke~?", i sigh quietly as i walk in confusion around town. Everybody around me seems happy but somewhat rushing quickly. Trying to dodge waves of people, i bump into someone. Falling hard on my and dropping my phone, i start to panic (in my mind). "Are you okay!?", i hear a males voice say. "My phone", i say, rubbing my hand lightly. "Im really sorry!!", he says. I grab my phone and turn my head up to see a really cute guy, worried sick. "Im fine, its just that my phone-", i say as he helps me off from the floor. "Ill take responsibility of your injury and your phone" "Nah....its all good", i say cooly. We both put on blank faces. I rub my hurt hand softly and check if my phone isnt broken. He takes off his guitar bag and checks my hand. "Its just a scratch~", i say as he examines my hand like if he's a doctor. "It looks pretty bad to me......here, take care of my guitar. Ill be back. Stay here!!", he says standing up. "W-where are you going?", i say confused. "Ima go buy bandages and snacks~ ill be back", he says, putting his hands in his pockets and starts walking away. As i watch him leave, i stare at my hand and at the guitar bag. My mind drifted, 'who was he?'. Twenty five minutes fly by and no signs of him. "Are you Yonghwa's girlfriend?", i hear a girl say. "Huh?? Yonghwa?", i stare at her dumbfounded. "Yea dont act as if you dont know him!", i hear another girl say angrily. Soon after, five girls were surrounding me. "W-what is this?!" "He's ours!!!!!!! You stole him!!", they all say in sync. "What do you think you guys are doing?", i hear the same guy say. I stare at him with a 'help me' expression on my face. "Prince Yonghwa~!!!!", all five girls squeal. Prince Yonghwa??? "Are you guys trying to hurt my friend?", he says raising an eyebrow. "No oppa~", they say, giving half hearted excuses. "Ah okay~ i politely ask for you guys to leave", he says. "Of course! Anything for you, Yonghwa", they say and leave. "Who were they??", i ask curiously. "Oh...fans" "Fans?? Are you like...famous??" "Umm yeah" I stare at him with a pokerface expression. "Im Yonghwa by the way", he says, reaching for the bag and starts to smile. "Im kiara", i say, staring at him. He takes out rubbing alcohol and a bandage. "Its going to hurt", he says, putting the alcohol on a cloth and placing it on my hand. "Ah......", i whine, trying not to look at Yonghwa. He gently places a bandage on me and hands me a chocolate ice cream. "Good thing your phone didnt break", Yonghwa says, taking a bite of his ice cream. "What? Why you say that??", i glare at him. "So we can talk or text", he chuckles. "Can i have your number?", he adds. "Sure~", i hand him my phone and he inputs the number. "Thank you for everything Yonghwa", i say shyly. "No problem Kiara", he says, picking up my hurt hand and placing a small kiss on it. My face gets flushed red. His phone starts to ring. "...i have to go", he says, sadly picking up his guitar bag and starts smiling. "Can i call him later on?" "Yea", i reply, somewhat quietly. We say our goodbyes and he leaves my heart racing. No wonder his crazy dilusional stubborn fans called Yonghwa a prince. ★★★★★★★★★★★★my note!!: okay so like im a zombie and i have no brain but ill try to update chapter 2 as soon as i get my brain working again. ^_^