Then I see someone at the hallway.

Kai.

  I think he’s also going home. We have the same destination: the elevator.

   I tried to cover my face as hard as I can, I lowered my face, and slowed my pace. But still, I ended up standing beside him in front of the elevator.

  He doesn’t greet me. Well why would he?

  I still feel bad for what happened earlier. There is no way I could sleep tonight if I keep thinking about this. So I plucked up my courage to talk to him. “G—Good evening, Kai-ssi.” I’m nervous. My heart is beating so fast. Will he respond to my greeting?

   He took a glance at me, then continued to play with his iPod, not responding to my greeting.

   Kim JongIn I feel like hugging you right now… around the neck… with a rope.

   I clenched my hand. How could he be my idol? Indeed, since my trainee period he already looked arrogant, but I thought he’ll be nicer if I’m debuted. But this?

   Because I still feel bad, I’m trying to quell my anger. “About what happened earlier in the afternoon. I really didn’t mean it. I’m really sorry.” I apologized, still hoping for his respond.

   The elevator opened.

   We both entered the elevator. Maybe he just didn’t hear it, I thought so I repeated, “Kai-sunbaenim, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier. I did—“ “I heard it already. You don’t need to repeat it. Noisy.” Then he continues, “Don’t speak to me, I have no intention to be your friend.”

   I’m shocked. His sharp words stabbed directly to my heart. It… hurts.

   I leaped up. Me? Liking this person? Why? Why isn’t he as nice as Luhan? Luhan is a really nice guy, warm-hearted, and sweet. And him? He’s cold, arrogant, and should I say heartless? Yes, he is. How could he say something like that to a girl? Why does he look like so nice & cute on the stage? Without noticing, something streamed down my cheeks. I wiped it, trying not to make a sound. But I failed. It hurts too much. They just won’t stop coming out. I glanced at him, he just don’t care – at all.

Suddenly the elevator stopped. I thought we’re on the ground floor already, but the door didn’t open.

   One minute, two minutes…

   It’s impossible for the door to be closed for such a long time. A few seconds later, the light went off. I can’t see anything. But I can feel Kai’s motion. He’s panicking. He keeps on pressing the emergency button. I can’t move. My knees are buckled. I’m leaning my back on the elevator wall as I slowly sitting down. I suddenly feel claustrophobic. It’s hard to breathe.

   In this dark elevator, I can see nothing. Alone with my idol, Kai, who made me cry.

   Kai stopped trying. “Darn it.” he swore.

   I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks – again. “This isn’t going to be short.” He said.

   “Don’t cry, you may collaps. There is not much oxygen here.” He continued. Wait, he’s talking to me? More importantly, he cares about me?

   I obeyed him. I wiped my tears. He reached into his bag, taking out something. “At least there is a light.” It was his phone. He lifted his head and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. He’s sitting, right in front of me.

  I took my phone to text MinSung. I’m afraid they’ll be worried since it’s pretty late already.

  I watched him. I watched every part of his face that was highlighted by the phone’s light. His tan skin, his lips, his nose, his eyes, everything. I like every part of him. My face heated up.

Is it really possible to like someone only based on his face, not his behavior?