Luhan’s POV

I’ve never thought that I would live to this day. I am glad that I really came here to Korea or else I wouldn’t have seen this scene. What scene?

The scene where in our neat-freak duizhang gets his branded white shirt spilled with juice.

The look on his face is just priceless

“oh my god! I am so sorry” the girl who spilled the juice muttered in Korean while she tried to wipe off the stain on Kris’ shirt. Kris stepped back making the girl step forward to continue doing her thing while she continued to mutter some more Korean words that I really don’t understand. Knowing Kris, what the little girl is doing is just ticking him off.

“hey! Get off me!” see? I told you, he’ll just get pissed

“oh my god! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dirty your shirt” this time the girl spoke in English. Wow! For a Korean she actually knows English. Impressive. But then the little girl continued to wipe off Kris’ shirt.

“I said… GET OFF ME!”

Well, I think Kris went overboard in brushing off the girl. The girl almost hit the floor good thing someone suddenly came to catch the girl

“Taeyeon!” the man shouted as he caught the girl. “are you ok, Yeonie?” he asked the girl with a concern painted all over his face

“I’m okay, oppa” the girl answered him.

Argh! Now I really hate being here. Just what the are they saying?!

“hey you! I already apologized to you and you’ll just brush me off like that?!” the girl pointed her finger on Kris. She really is going into the bad side of him. “yes, because I can. And please don’t touch me, I don’t want to get dirtied” Kris said impassively while trying to clean himself. The girl was about to say something but the man who caught her stood up to Kris.

“I know my friend here is at fault but shouldn’t you at least show some respect to the lady?” the man said with a threatening tone. I can sense the tension between them. They are equally tall men but the Korean dude is muscular compared to our duizhang. I really don’t want Kris to start a fight on his first day here.

Kris raised his eyebrow. “why should I?” Kris calmly stated which fumed the man in front of us. The guy was about to punch Kris but thankfully the girl stopped him.

“Siwon ah, he doesn’t deserve our attention. Let’s just let this matter slide”

The girl then glared at Kris before turning her back on us.

“That’s better. Now, run along midget” at the sound of the word midget, I swear I felt a cold breeze and then a punch came flying to our duizhang’s face.

The little girl punched Kris

She punched Kris

In the face

Oh my, is it Kris’ day today?

“serves you right, ” she said and walked out on Kris

Wow, no one has stood up to Kris yet. And here comes a girl who punched him in the face. I never thought she exists

Taeyeon’s POV

Damn, my knuckles hurt! That face really hit a my nerves. Gahd, I hate being called a midget. For pete’s sake, my height is average and he is just freaking tall that’s why I seem like midget to him.

Ugh!

I was briskly walking out of the cafeteria when suddenly someone grabbed hold of my hand and dragged me

Choi Siwon

I can feel butterflies in my stomach at the touch of his hand. I can feel goose bumps. I feel a wave of electricity flowing through my body.

Can I hold unto this hand forever?

, no.

I tried to pull out my hand “Siwon ah”

He looked back at me with a questioning face

“Can you please let me go? Just go back to Nara” I pleaded

“no way, we need to… ugh! Why do you have to wear a white shirt today?” he said in frustration. I didn’t understand until I looked down.

Crap!

My shirt has become see through because of the juice. Siwon just saw the pattern of my bra.

“here” Siwon wore his vest on me

“now, let’s go to the infirmary” he announced as he pulled my hand once more.

“Siwon ah, seriously I am just fine… there is no need to go there… and besides Nara might be looking for you” I reasoned out

“Nara, Nara, Nara… why is it always about my girlfriend whenever I talk to you Kim Taeyeon?!” he suddenly raised his voice on me.

There was a brief silence between the two of us while I stared back at his shaky eyes.

“arasseo, if you really want me to leave then I will” he said

Call me shameless, hopeless, martyr or whatsoever

“don’t leave me” I whispered as I held unto the hem of his shirt

He stopped. He removed my hand from his shirt and held it.

“stubborn as always, Kim Taeyeon” he said as he lifted my chin

I just love looking at those orbs. If only he could see me the way I see him.

“and you’re a narcissist as always, Choi Siwon” I retorted and he just smiled making me smile in return.

He quickly examined my knuckles when we arrived at the infirmary

“now I really don’t know if you are a sadist or a masochist” he said while putting some medicine on my reddening knuckles

“what do you mean?” I asked furrowing my eyebrows

“sadist because you hurt other people just like that dude awhile ago, and a masochist because in the process knowing that he is guy you ended up hurting yourself” he exclaimed while locking his eyes on me “so, which one are you Taeyeon?”

‘masochist, for loving you continuously despite knowing you’ll never reciprocate my feelings’ I answered at the back of my head

“sadiiiiist” I said as I pinched his perfectly chiseled nose with my free hand

“aaaahhh!” he groaned “aish… I am treating your knuckles and a pinch is what I get? I never should’ve doubted your sadistic side” he complained.

I just stuck my tongue on him and laughed. He continued to assess my not so painful knuckles anymore, he continually caressed it making the pain go away.

I just stared at him. How could someone be so handsome anyway?

“Taeyeon, aren’t you lonely?” he asked glancing up at me, showing me a very concern expression

“what do you mean?” I asked

“you know, we haven’t been with you lately… Hae has been busy with their business while me and Kyuhyun both have girl friends. We barely have time for you” he explained. “and that Jiyong has been busy being a singer” he added with an annoyed tone. Up to this moment, he still can’t accept that Jiyong and I are friends.

“hahaha, why would I be? I now have girl friends” I tried to deny

“don’t you miss me?... don’t you miss the old gang?” he gripped my hand tighter but not to the extent that it will pain me

‘yes, I miss the old gang… especially you’

“no way I’ll miss you… you were a bunch of bullies and pain in the for me” I denied once more.

He look pained with my answer. His warm smile turned into a frown

“why?... Do you miss me?” I asked boldly. Hoping he’ll say yes

Again, another brief silence took over the place as our eyes lock