“Going to school already?”

You glance up to your sister who stands in kitchen island with apron on her. You just stare at her while tying up your shoelaces.

“Don’t you want some breakfast?”

It’s 15 minutes before the school gate close. You ignore her words and dash outside the door.

You always hate breakfast. Her breakfast. It’s always tasted like water. She cannot cook, for God’s sake, but she always makes breakfast.

My watch points at 8.27. Ugh, you need to run faster.

As you get through the school gate, the security shoots you apprehensive stare.

“Miyoung-ah!” you turn you head to your left. There stood your best friend, Na Won. You nod to her.

“Here, I made you sandwiches,” she extended her hand with pink box hanging on her palm.

You bend your knees, trying to catch your breath after racing from home to school. You cannot reply her words.

She shrugs, “I don’t want to carry you to school clinic because of your hipoglikemia.”

You grab her food container and start to walk to your class. You walk straight, trying to catch your steady breath.

“Oh!! Hi, T-Taemin,” you hear Na Won said. You can feel her blushing. You know he’s the idol and entire school adore him. You couldn’t care less.

The blond guy strides past you and nods cheerfully to your direction.

“Han Mi young, are you sure you’re alright?” the PE teacher jogs and asks you when she sees your pale face in the middle of volley game.

“Yah! You look so pale!” said Na Won.

“You may rest, sit on the bleachers. Or do you want to go to school clinic?”

You shake your head and walk toward the bleachers. Maybe it’ll get better after I take a break, you thought.

“Here, do you want sweets?”

You turn your head and find the blond guy again. He’s standing next to you with his palm opened. There are several sweets on his palm, mostly mint.

“You can have the chocolate ones,” he adds with smiling.

When you reply nothing, he shoves all the sweets on your hand, “I know it’s your hipoglikemia, right? Although I don’t mind carrying you to school clinic if it gets worse.”

You look down to your hands which now full with the sweets.

“Or should I open it for you? Here.” He takes one sweet in blue paper and aims it to your mouth.

You can hear several students gasp aloud. Even you know some of them holding back from screaming.

“Lee Taemin! What are you doing? Get back to your position!”

“Yes, Park teacher!” shout him back, “Open your mouth!” he whispers.

You move your head back from him; try to avoid him from feeding you.

“Hisshh, stubborn girl!” he pinches your nose and you automatically open your mouth. He’s successfully feeding you.

He stands up then pats your head, “There, there, good girl! Eat them, you’ll feel better. I got to go back to the field. Don’t be sick, arasseo?”

You still sit on bleachers with utter shock expression on your face. Now you can hear the girls screaming clearly.