“Class dismissed.” Mr Choi said and went out.

“Assa. Lunch~.” I said and packed her things. I went to the canteen and brought sandwich and milk. I went to an empty room, which was never used. I took out my iPod and ate while listening to music. I was eating peacefully when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around in shock. It was Baekhyun.

“Baekhyun!” I swallowed the food, still in shock. “What are you doing here?!”

“I was just wandering around. What are you doing here, eating by yourself?” Baekhyun asked.

“What’s the point of asking when you already know the answer…?” I stood up to leave. If someone saw us together, my life will end. I want to talk to him but he is the school’s kingka and I’m just a school’s nerd. Someone like him will never like me. He had been my crush since middle school but I don’t show it. Only one person knows and I regret telling her.

“Wait… I need help.” He pulled me down and sat next to me. “Our exams are coming so help me study. Is that okay…?”

“No. Ask someone else. I’m not good at studying.” I replied. Did he just ask me to tutor him? My crush asked me to tutor him. Aish. I should have said ‘yes’ but no, I can’t.

“Not good at studying? You had always been rank 1 since we started high school.” Baekhyun said. “Tutor me, Rim-ah?”

I flinched when he called me ‘Rim-ah’. “But I can’t. Your fans will kill me.” I said. “I have to go.”

“I won’t let them. I know your past, Yoorim.”

“Past? Yah, are you using that so I can tutor you?” I glared at him.

“Um… something like that.” He showed me his rectangle smile. “So, you’re gonna tutor me? Today, your place cuz I don’t have any revision books at mine.”

“Ok but don’t tell anyone bout the past. Let’s leave it as it is.” I said.

“Eung. Don’t worry.” He said. “Oh, look at the time. Lunch ended 20 minutes ago.”

“EH??!! AHH!! I’M LATE!!” I jumped over the table.

“YAH! I’M LATE TOO!!” He shouted.

“YOU’RE USED TO IT. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I’VE EVER BEEN LATE. How come we didn’t hear the bell?”

“I did. You had earphone on…what are we doing? Let’s run!”

We ran to the class. Baekhyun slammed the door open. Everyone was looking at us. I hid behind Baekhyun.

“Sir. Sorry, we’re late.” Baekhyun said as I bowed to sir.

“Baekhyun, you don’t usually say sorry.” Mr Choi said.

“I know. I’m saying sorry in her place.”

“Yoorim? Hm. Your first late mark.” Mr Choi said. “Go sit down.”

I walked to my desk. Daehyun looked at me smiling. I smiled back as I sat down. I ripped small piece of paper from my book and wrote, ‘Daehyun, friends?’ I passed it to him. He opened it. Smile formed in his face. He nodded.

*****

The school had ended and I was on the way to home when something popped in my head. Baekhyun said he’ll come over to mine but he doesn’t know my address. Ah well. Guess he won’t come then.

I entered my apartment. “Popo, I’m home.” I shouted. Popo came running. “How have you been? Have you looked after our home well?” I patted her head. “Let’s eat after I get changed.”

I changed into my oversized shirt which covered my short; I put my hair up in a bun and slipped on my home boots. I also took off my glasses. “Popo, come on. Let’s get some food.” I went to the kitchen. Popo followed me. I poured some dog food and treats on plate. I made myself a ramyun. We sat on the dining table. Popo jumped on the chair and ate.

*DING DONG*

“Oh! Popo, go open the door.” I said and Popo ran. Popo jumped and grabbed onto the door knob and twisted it until it was open.

“OMO!” I heard a male voice. I was confused. Who would come to my- *GASP* “Baekhyun!” I ran to the door. It really was Baekhyun. He was playing with Popo.

“Rim-ah, annyeong. Your dog is so cute!” He said as he picked up Popo.

“Yeeeaa…how did you know my address?” I asked.

“I knew it since middle school.” He walked in. Middle school? What? Did he follow me?

He put Popo down as his eyes wandered around my apartment. He picked up things and hopped on the sofa. I just stood there feeling awkward. “So, what do you need help on?” I asked.

“Everything!” Baekhyun said. I felt him scanning me from head to toe. “You’re not wearing glasses. You look pretty.”