I’ve never been this quiet and lonely. Both of my hands were at the edge of the bench, looking down and sliding my foot forward and backward, making noises of rubber and cement crashing into one another.

It was a cool morning; the sun wasn’t to be seen and the air was moist, just the way I like it.

Everyone else was inside the campus, having fun and making party noises. The program was starting and the field was filled with thousands of people cheering and participating. But the only sound I hear was my sighs and the sound of my shoes sliding on the ground.

A shadow was casted upon me. I paused my movements and it took a few seconds before I can look at the person. “What do you want?” my head turned up and saw the guy. He was tall and had brown hair, his ears were visible from this view and he was wearing all black. It kind of reminds me of some other guy.

“Holy beautiful,” he exclaimed as he stared at me with those big eyes and a wide-open smile.

I reply with a glare, from his statement I got irked. He’s one of those boys who are in College because of the girls and the popularity.

“And scary.” He said. “Not my type.” The male murmurs at the end and avoids eye contact.

I rolled my eyes and neglected his presence. But he walks in front of me and observed me. “You look like Yoona noona from So Nyuh Shi Dae.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, very used to these “disclosure”. “I get that a lot.”

“Um, do you know where the ceremony is?” he casually asked me. Is he already that comfortable around me?

“Just go inside and follow the noise, you won’t miss it.”

“Thanks.” he prepped his leather jacket. He was about to leave but sadly, he stopped and asked me. “Aren’t going?”

I faced him, I was about to shout and let him leave me but another voice started to blab out words from behind.

“Hey, what’s going on? What are you doing with this?” a male voice said from behind and started sounding nearer.

It’s Minho. He was being overprotective again. How I hated that. He was gesturing his hand in the air mimicking the tall guy’s stature.

“Excuse me.”  The taller guy was dumbfounded with what Minho said.

A giggle escaped from my lips, seeing how funny the stranger’s face is. I don’t know if he’s annoyed and insulted.

“Wait, I know you. Oh.” Minho stayed quiet and silent.

The taller male had a Mister-Know-It-All look on his face. “Your boyfriend?” he glanced at me for a short while.

I shook my head. “No, no!”

Heartbroken Minho walks away with his head down. Guilt didn’t strike me at all, not even once. Heartless, they call me.

“Admirer?” he sounds like intrigued. Why does he need to know? He hasn’t even introduced himself yet. But Minho says that he knows the guy. How come I don’t?

I nod awkwardly and wasn’t looking at him. “Something like that.”

The guy looked at something behind me. Someone laid hands on my shoulders. “Hey, you! Where have you --.” She was cut off.

The girl was my friend, Sulli. I observed the two. Sulli’s jaw dropped and Chanyeol was smiling at Sulli.
“You know each other?” I was simultaneously looking at them.

Krystal,” Sulli was tapping my shoulder hundreds of times.  Chanyeol looked at me with those big round eyes. “Krystal?”

Why is everyone calling me? It’s getting a little irritating.

“Why do you keep bumping onto EXO members?” she looked starstrucked, if that was the right term for it.

Wait, EXO member? You mean, I met another idol who’s going to take over the whole university to ruin my whole college life.  “He’s an EXO member?” I shot a look at the guy with much antagonism.

Sulli snorted from her nose and chuckled. “You didn’t know?”

“No, why would I?” I palmed my forehead.

My best friend walked towards the celebrity and let the ‘fangirling’ begin. “Hi Chanyeol oppa! Are you looking for Kai oppa?”

The so-named Chanyeol looks from the back and says, “I don’t need to.”

Oh, no. I thought, realizing what he meant by that. I swore to myself that I wasn’t going to look back. I don’t want my Tuesday morning ruined by that person.

Unfortunately, Kai walked towards Chanyeol with a bottle of water on his hand and the other on his pocket. I should shove all of his hands and limbs in your pocket.

Yura was tailing him from behind and I guess Kai hasn’t noticed.

“Hey, there you are.” Chanyeol smiled and hit his band mate’s arm. Kai let out a flower boy smile and drank in his water bottle.  I was staring at Kai’s throat, unaware.

“Your girlfriend?” Chanyeol pointed to his back where Yura was. With Chanyeol’s words, I knocked out of my senses and looked at Yura.

Kai furrowed his brows, closed his water bottle with its cover and looked behind him. “Oh! You’re there. No, she’s not.”

Yura pouts and clings to his arm. “But oppa, I like you. I like you so, so, so much.”  I tried to fight the laugh that was about to come out of my mouth. She sounds drunk, to be honest.

Kai removes the girl’s arm off of his and waved his hand at her. “You’re rushing this. I thought I cleared this out, that we’re just friends for now. I’ve only known you for a day and a few hours.”

Surprisingly, this guy isn’t so bad and desperate at all when it comes to girls. I’m an exception of course. I could feel the hatred between us every time we would look at each other especially during classes. I could feel the tension.

“Oppa, what do you like in a girl? I pretty sure it’s not like Krystal.” She smiled.

I sneer at her. “Don’t make me rip your stomach out from your belly button.”

“Isssh~” Chanyeol shivered. Sulli smiled like a proud friend and so did Kai.

Yura’s face looked jolted with my disturbing declaration and I could just pay a million just to see that everyday.

“Well,” Kai started. “I like girls who are gentle, affectionate and skinny.”

Yura waved her hair. “I guess I’m qualified. Any height requirement?”

“160-166 cm?” he sounds unsure.

“Mwo? How tall are you?” Chanyeol was surprised that he has a height requirement as for his ideal type.

Kai laughed and answered, “I’m 180 cm last time I checked.”

Chanyeol held his chin and rubbed it with his index finger and thumb. “But I’m 185.”

“Eottokhe? I’m 169 cm” Yura held both of her cheeks with her hands, problematic that she’s too tall for Kai’s ideal type.

Chanyeol chuckled and mumbled to Kai, “69”. With Chanyeol’s dirty joke, Kai smirked a bit and elbowed the other male. I looked at Yura and Sulli to see how they react to that but alas, I’m the only who heard it. They were both innocently staring at the two dirty boogers.

“How about you, Miss?” Chanyeol asked Sulli.

“It’s Sulli.” She smiled with aegyo eyes. Ew, no. Sulli stop this nonsense. “I’m 167 cm.” she said and ended with a slight giggle.

“How about you, Krystal Jung?” Chanyeol looked at me and smiled mischievously. My eyes widened at the fact that he knows my surname although I did not tell him. Could he tell that I’m Jessica unnie’s sister?

“165.”  I muttered.  I didn’t want to join in their height game because I’m obviously the smallest around this crowd.

Chanyeol sat on his knees and looked at me. “Looks like we have a winner.” Then later on, took a look at Kai.

“You’re mistaken. Yeah, she’s 165 cm, the perfect height. But she’s not gentle at all.” Kai glances at me while I just yawn because of boredom.

“Oppa,” Sulli kneels down beside Chanyeol. “I’m going to watch you.”

“Which reminds me,” Kai said, pulling Chanyeol’s jacket up for him to stand up. “Let’s go.”

Chanyeol nods and they both run going to the campus. Yura wanted to catch up but she wouldn’t be allowed to go backstage. “I’m just going to have to go before all the front seats get occupied.” She waved her hand and walked away from us.

Sulli was about to leave me as well until she realizes that I wasn’t standing up. “Aren’t you going?”

“Why are you going?”

“Krystal,” She holds my shoulder. “I’m a fan of EXO.”

I closed and sighed. It could’ve been us who’ll perform. “I’m not going. Go ahead.”

jongin

At the backstage, EXO-K was there and I was sitting next to Chanyeol. We were getting our hair done by our stylist noona. I was laughing at Baekhyun who was begging for more eyeliner but noona was refusing, until Chanyeol called me. “Kai-ah,”

I face him and raised both my brows.

“What’s the deal with you and Krystal-ssi?”

I choke at the question. “Why? Do you like her?”

“Nah,” Chanyeol squints his eyes. “That Sulli girl is more appealing than her. It’s just that… her glare at you. Is she the enemy you were talking about?”

“Oh, we’re not in good circumstances.” I smiled.

Chanyeol hyung stands up and sits at the makeup table. “Why are you smiling?”

“You’re done.” Stylist noona said and fixes the finishing touches until she stops and leaves. “Thank you, noona” I smiled at her and looked at myself in the mirror.

“That vanity.” Chanyeol teases, seeing me fixing the sides of my hair.

“She hates me because of this performances.” I leaned back on the chair.

“What? Why? Are you too hot for her?” he laughs and pokes me with the comb several times.

I grabbed the blower and pretend to shoot him on the forehead. “No, it’s because she wanted to perform with her own group; something that the school does not allow for freshmen like her and me. But since we’re a debuted group from a company, the teacher allowed us to perform, which I think got her irritated and hate us all. But mostly me.”

“Ouch,” he holds his heart, being a dramatic . “We should apologize.”

Apologize? Hm, I never thought of that. Of course, I haven’t because she doesn’t even let me talk. All she does is run away, shout at me or stick her tongue out. But maybe with the members, she falls for their charms and forgives me. “I’ll think about it.” I said and stood up from my chair.