The whole day continued, but you were bored to death. Some of the teachers made you answer all of the questions fired at the students, since you’re the only one capable of answering. Besides that, nothing.  Except for the fact that L.Joe’s childhood friend, Hyuna, kept zoning in and out of your mind. She’s bothering your thoughts. You tapped your fingers on your desk and waited for the bell to ring as Mr. Joo continued to read a part from Romeo and Juliet.

"…..’What's in a name?’ " Mr. Joo carried on. “ ‘That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet-‘ "

*RIIIIIIIINGGGG!!*

*Yes!* You grabbed your bag and went straight out.

Changjo was quick to notice. “Noona-“

“Just go on without me guys. I’m meeting with my boyfriend.” You disappeared behind the classroom doors. After school, L.Joe usually waits for you outside the building.

You were about to step out of the gates of when a crowd full of shrieks were heard. More particularly, female shrieks. You shoved your way out of the girls to find L.Joe. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm. You turned around and saw Kim Myungsoo.

“Ms. Sungchan.” He smiled widely at you. Every girl screamed.

*Oh. So he’s the one they’ve been screaming about.* “Myungsoo. What are you doing here?”

He looked around him and pulled you out of the flood of screaming girls down to an empty alley. He wiped his forehead. “Phew. I thought I couldn’t get out of that swarm of bees.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me. You know I have the rights to beat you up since you’re a total stranger suddenly pulling me somewhere.”

He stepped back. “Oh! No. I wasn’t going to do any harm.” He looked straight at you. “You see, I’ve been told you study here. So I might as well drop by-“

“You want something.”

L pursed his lips. “Well, I just wanted to ask if… you wanna hang out.”

Your face went blank. “We barely met, Kim Myungsoo.”

“Oh. I just want to show you to my other members.”

“What am I? A freak show simply being shown just like that?” You were becoming irritated but there was still that calm tone in your voice.

 Myungsoo opened his mouth to talk but you cut in.

“Mr. Kim Myungsoo. I’m not a doll that’s supposed to be shown around. One thing about being a gangster is composure.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

You sighed. “That’s okay.” You patted his shoulder. He felt his face reddened at the touch of your hand on his shoulder. “I’ll try to meet your other members next time, okay?”

Myungs