He wants me to go see his movie with him? He wants me to call him and set up a day to go? I think to myself as I roll onto my other side, resting on the top bunk of my bed. I let out a long sigh. How am I supposed to call him if I don't even have his number? I bite the side of my cheek and can feel the aggravated look make itself home on my face. I'm glad I'm up on my bed otherwise Annie would have seen it and she would have asked what I was thinking about, no doubt.    I rustle myself again and roll back to my other side, still holding the box, staring a hole into it. Really! What the heck? I aggressively flip the box over in my hands to look at the back as if by doing so, TOP will feel my burning outrage for playing with my soul.    On the back, in very small print, he inscribed a number.   I look up from the box and stare at the wall, a tight quirk of a smile having developed. I let out a small laugh. "That sneaky jerk," I mutter. "That sneaky, annoying, stupid, jerk-"   "Whats going on up there?"   I quickly sit up and knock my head on the roof accidentally. "Ahhh sh-iiiish…" Lately I have been trying not to curse because I personally don't feel respectable when I do so. Sometimes I slip but I catch myself mid sentence and it 9 out of 10 times comes out sounding like all the Koreans when they are angry. I start to giggle at myself, slowly thinking I am losing my mind.   "Are you okay up there?" my room mate speaks again from the bottom bunk. I now hear her rustle out from under her blankets and she emerges. I look down at her, a book in her hand. "Who's a stupid jerk?"   "No one," I quickly say, not convincing at all.   "Peppero guy?" she smiles up at me.   "No," but somehow I can't help but smile. This stupid jerk! I have no idea how to feel about this situation. I'm a fan. He's famous. He said he would never date a fan. I'm a loser. He's TOP! What the f-   "Fine. I get it. I've been able to sense it since we sat down to eat today. I'll wait out the storm until you've snagged yourself a boyfriend," she says and goes back to her bed. I lie back down and hold the peppero straight out with my arms towards the ceiling. Fine. I'll call you. Whats the worst that can happen? You end up telling me you played with my feelings for fun? I like to think the TOP I like isn't like that. I'll go in not expecting anything but a random act of kindness from a celebrity to a fan who just didn't know how to go about it in the right way. Yeah, thats it.   Holy crap, I'm going to go see The Commitment with TOP. What game did I win?   A squeak escapes me and I hear my room mate giggle just a little bit. .               .               .   I clutch my phone in my hand in the lobby of my dorm floor. I stare down at it, the peppero box in my other hand. I look back and forth between the two and then click my phone awake. It's now or never, don't chicken out. I dial his number and click send.   It rings, and the whole time all I can think is that this is a fake number.   Click. "Yoboseyo?"   Oh God.   "Ah-Ahnyeonghaseyo TOP-shi, Amelia ibnida," I say, as if I think I am actually going to continue this conversation in Korean.   "Amelia! Hi! So you did call! Please, call me Seunghyun," Oh God, finally! Now I can feel less like a fan and maybe think this developing aquaintenship or whatever it is is normal. Normal. Ha.   "Hi, Seunghyun. So, about yesterday-"   "When are you free?" he stops me mid-sentance.   I pause and think before I speak, a good habit to have. Better get this done and over with. "Are you free tonight?" I say. I can feel the smile in my eyes. Get a grip, girl. This is nothing. Nothing!   "Actually, I'm glad you asked. I was hoping you would say that because tonight is the only real night I have free for a while," he says with a laugh. "There is a showing of Dongchangsaeng tonight in Myeongdong" he says the word as if it's supposed to make me embarrassed, but I will resist. "at 7:15. That is, if you wanted to see it," he adds.   "7:15 sounds great. If I could just ask one question though-" "Go for it," "Why do you want me to come see your movie with you?" I ask. "Great, see you then! Meet me at Myeongdong station, exit 7 at 7pm sharp!" he says and then shuts his phone, ending the conversation without answering my question. .               .               .   So after classes, I go back to my dorm and freshen up. I re-apply my make up but in order to not look to excited, I keep it toned down. I'm not even looking at this as a date anyway. I mean-it's not. So I won't look at it like it is. Right?    I straighten my hair for the first time since I got here, and curl the ends. I should put a little effort in if Seunghyun is going to waste time on me though. Right. I have to look presentable for the sake of wasted time.   I change my clothes to my nicest dress that is not meant for formal occasions. A nice free form dress that I cinch at the waist with a string of fake pearls because I forgot to bring a belt with me when I came to Korea, however-the make-shift belt made of pearls look nicer than any belt I used to wear. Score!    This is not a date though.    I put on a pair of thick winter stockings, throw on my cute as heck ankle boots that I got from a store in Sinchon, grab my purse, smack my cheeks a few times and exit t