''Jinhyun, I'm going now, okay?!'' I shouted while rushing to the door, wondering if she'd hear me. I accidentally shut the door too loud, but knowing her, it won't bother her sleep. One time, I screamed at her ear. She half-opened her eyes then fell asleep again. When she woke up, I asked her about what I did but she didn't remember anything. Well, unlike her, even the slightest sound wakes me up. I can't sleep with the lights on too. It hurts my eyes like hell.

        I ran to the elevator. Our room is on the 3rd floor. Sometimes I take the stairs when I feel like exercising, but with times like this, being five minutes late for work, I took the elevator. I was about to run when the elevator door caught my shoe lace. I panicked for a bit. I was on my knees and people were starting to stare at me. I rolled my eyes at them and pulled my lace as if nothing happened. I stood up and flipped my dark brown hair that curls at its ends. Yeah, I can be a sometimes. I'm just tired of always playing good. My true friends still love me anyway.

        By the time I reached the coffee shop where I work, I was sweating a lot. It was definitely a turn off, I must say, but I didn't care. I need this job. I enjoy working here (though I don't really enjoy drinking coffee, it gives me palpitation), also, I support my own living. I didn't think that I'd like to live here when I left LA. I mean, I can have all of the things I want there, but I decided and promised my parents that I'll take care of myself. It was really difficult to leave everything behind, but there's something that made me realize that I belong here (not just because I'm part Korean).

        ''Skye!!!'' Jessy shouted. She was wearing a yellow dress that reminded me of the dandelions we used to play with. I went here again because of her. I wanted to help her when she had that crazy deep problem. She's fine now though.

        ''So what do you want now?'' I said while ignoring her ear-to-ear smile, because if I do ask her why, we'd be talking all day again.

        ''Nothing! I just wanted to see you!'' I mean, really? You wanted to see me again while I'm wearing an apron with our maroon and white cafe uniform? Why can't you wait until my day-off?

        ''I don't believe you. Just take this and send the story of that smile to my email, okay? Now, get your out of here so that both of us can work,'' I said coldly, handing her coffee to her, and trying not to smile so that she'd think I'm not excited to know what's happening with her. But you know, deep inside I'm squealing! Ugh! This is so not me!

        ''You really know me!'' Jessy said and gave me a light hug. How would I not know her that well? She's my best friend and we practically grew up together. Also, our families (rich families) are friends. We spent our childhood together in LA. Then, my family moved to Korea because of our business and I studied High School here. When I'm about to go to college, my family insisted for me to study in a well known university in US. When I have time, or when there's something that I need to check on US or Korea, I fly back and forth, so I see her often (but Skype helps). 

        Jessy waved goodbye as she walked out of the cafe. Yes, indeed, I know her well, but she knows me well too. Although all her life, she's been sophisticated and really classy (only child,only heiress), while I just always go with the flow, doing what i want, y, and maybe a bit boyish at times (younger brother, but I'm the one who's inheriting the throne. haha!), there's something that connects our friendship.

        ''Kyaa!!!'' I nearly spilled the coffee that I was making to myself as I heard a scream from a highschool student. It was good that I did not burn myself, but the coffee was all over the counter. The students were all screaming since they got here, but this girl, I think she'll have a sore throat with her 'kyaa!!!'. I heard giggles from the highschool girls as they were staring at me. I hate it when people are looking at me like I'm an idiot. Hellooo, I graduated from (insert popular university here), I'm just enjoying my freedom before my dad retires! (Sometimes I want to scream this, but my parents are working hard to protect our privacy, so yeah, I must behave.) I quickly cleaned the counter and stared right back at the girl who screamed. I raised an eyebrow and she retreated by talking nonsense to her friends (LOSER). Who do they think they are? It's the girl's fault anyway! What the hell are they talking about that she had to scream so loud that even the by-passers were shocked?! I hate it when we have customers like them!

        ''Are you alright? I'll clean the floor, okay? Ah really, can't they notice that the other customers are being bothered by their screams?'' Jihoon, my co-worker who looks better than the other celebrities even when wearing our uniform, said what I was about to say. Sometimes I think that he reads my mind and knows me too well.

        ''I know right? At least respect the others that went here to have a coffee peacefully,'' I said as I make a coffee again. ''I swear, if I hear them one more--.'' That's it. I can't take this anymore. I walked towards the group of students, thumping hard with my every step. All of the other customers were anticipating for what I was going to do.

        "Yah! Stay quiet or else---" Jihoon stopped me as I was screaming at the girls. He put a hand over my mouth and his arm was around my shoulders. What the is wrong with this guy?! I felt like he was kidnapping me! If my parents will know about this---

        "I'm really sorry for how she acted. She didn't mean it, but it will be helpful if you'll tone down your voices a little. Thank you," he calmly and cheerfully said as he bowed and smiled at them. I see this smile everyday, but this was...how should I say this? Too captivating? I didn't notice him like this before. Maybe it's because he was too close. His dark brown hair that resembles the color of mine, although not styled, flows perfectly on his forehead, highlighting his eyes that smile with his lips. When I looked at the girls, I was not surprised that they were swooning over him, nodding at every word he was saying. If I can draw their reactions, it's like their eyes became hearts.

        But wait, when I looked at their table, I saw the most devastating things in my life. WINNER merchandises and tons of printed pictures. And I saw a picture of him, the guy who should be scared at me by now. So that's the reason why they're noisy, huh? Look at what his doing to these girls! I hate him! (and only him---uhhh, because I think he's the worst in the group: don't judge, I have my reasons, okay?!) Just the thought of him irritates me! After work, I'll put my plan into work.

        We apologized at the other customers as we walked our way to the kitchen. It was awkward, at least I felt awkward. But knowing Jihoon, he makes jokes out of everything.

        "You should have seen your face! It was like there's smoke coming out of your nose! Haha!" Jihoon was clapping like a seal. He is really weird.

        "Yah! Why didn't you let me do what I wanted to do?! And did you really have to put your hand over my mouth?! Disgusting!" I shouted while aiming to hit him with the pan where we cook our pancakes.

           "Why are you shouting at me?" He pouted. I hate it when he's pouting. "Noona, I think I should be the one who's mad. You kissed me." Curse this aegyo sh*t. He's even older than me. I'm done with this.

        "What did you say? Huh?! Do you want to die?!" I put the pan down, realizing that it would probably mess his uniform. So instead, I punched him at his arm. "When did I kiss you? Where did I kiss you?!"

        "Right here," he said, pointing at his palm and still pouting like a child. I nearly collapsed thinking how can he do such things. My younger brother didn't even act like that in front of me. I remembered the time when those techniques were working on me, but not now, I'm over them. I just stared at him blankly. He just smiled at me and walked away.

        "Noona, annyeong!" Jihoon shouted as he waved goodbye. It was a tiring day at work but I still had my plan on board. I checked my messenger bag, and there they were, the creepy and ugly pictures Minho could ever have. How many were they? I've lost count, but I'm certain that these were enough to cover the streets. I couldn't help but laugh out of satisfaction. I could tell that some people are staring at me now, but I don't care.

        I was carefully looking at my surroundings, hiding behind posts or trees and then dumping the pictures. I was lucky that it was windy, the pictures spread out on their own. I was like a ninja (with sunglasses, beanie, scarf, coat, jeans and gloves) running from street to street, unintentionally (intentionally) dropping 'my own collection' of photos. I knew what I was doing was so wrong. I was loitering, but just this once, I let myself enjoy breaking the laws (I also doubt that people would recognize or remember me with what I was wearing). I couldn't help but smile every time I think of someone picking them up. I know, I'm crazy. But think of it, this might be the last time I could enjoy my freedom, so might as well do crazy stuff. Haha!

      Then came the moment that there was only one photo left in my hand. I couldn't think of the perfect spot to leave the photo. This last one was special. I think it's the most embarrassing one. The traffic light hit red, and I knew that the subway must be the appropriate place for it. I can imagine group of students finding it and being disappointed with their oppa. But as I was walking on the pedestrian lane, the wind blew the photo out of my hand.

        "No!!!" I screamed and immediately ran, realizing that a police officer was right at the end of the lane. That was a pity! Poor photo, losing its chance to be stared at of delusional girls. I just wished that the one who'll find the photo will hate the guy as much as I do. Please, please, please.

        "One last look," I whispered to myself as I slowed down my pace and looked back for the photo. It got stuck at one of the windshield wipers of a black sports car. I could see that a man was driving it because the car's hood was open. He was wearing a black beanie like mine. He got out of the car to remove the paper. His black and sleek coat looked expensive. Generally, I think he's rich, but I couldn't tell if he's handsome though. He was wearing glasses and a mask. I was also a few meters away from the lane now (just to make sure I'm far enough from the police). What am I thinking? He probably just borrowed the car from his dad to show off (I often do that).

        He got the picture, and to my surprise, the man took off his mask out of anger and shouted while looking at the photo. "WHAT THE HELL?!" His low and husky voice made my heart beat fast and I felt electricity through my spine. I couldn't move. And as I looked intensely at his frowning face, I knew it. It was him. SONG MINHO was mad because of the photo. Song Minho was mad at me.

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        I. Can't. Breathe. I was like hyperventilating when I reached our building. I was trembling and I was slowly losing all my strength. I know it. I know that he saw me. I saw him stare at my eyes (or my sunglasses). The thought of him remembering what I did frightened me. What if the cop saw me too? Oh no, no, no. It's impossible for them to recognize me because of my disguise. I sat at the lobby for a few minutes, trying to calm my nerves.

        ''There's nothing to be afraid of,'' I said to myself as I pushed the button of the floor where the elevator would take me. I repeatedly convinced myself that there's nothing I should worry about, but the thought of how mad he was lingered in my mind. His familiar frown was stuck in my head. He was like looking through my soul. That damn jerk. He has no right to make me feel like this.

        ''Damn, damn, damn. I'm going to bring you down. Damn, damn, damn,'' I whispered continuously and unconsciously.

        ''Ding!'' The elevator shocked me and I was holding onto the corners of it, my back slammed to the wall. ''Sh*t,'' I said helplessly. There was Jihyun at the door, looking at me with confusion.

        ''What are you doing? What's happening to you?,'' she said while hiding her laugh. I quickly composed myself like a diva, brushing off the embarrassment.

        ''Nothing. Just...just going to our dorm. Do you have any problem with it?'' I asked, lowering my sunglasses and raising an eyebrow. I tend to be really y when I'm in an awkward situation. Sorry, but that's just me. Anyway, Jihyun was used to it already.

        ''I have no problem with it, missy. Oh look! You brought snacks with you! I don't have to go to the store anymore! Let's go!'' And she dragged me to our dorm.

        ''So how's your day?'' She asked giddily. I knew that she's asking me that because she wanted me to ask that to her, so I just have to cut through the chase. But wait, I'm going to have fun with this.

        ''Executed my plan,'' I said.

        ''Uh-huh,'' she said and nodded, uninterested.

        ''And saw Minho,'' I added, with a smirk.

        ''Holy cow!'' She jumped off the couch and her eyes seemed to be falling out. I enjoyed her reaction, laughing as hard as I could, but she shook me back to my consciousness.

        ''Tell me! Tell me everything about it!''

        ''I just saw him driving his car, that's it! Stop shaking me or I'm going to mess our carpet with who knows what! Hint, I easily get nauseous!'' She fell right back at the couch, still in a trance.

        ''You lucky b*tch. I bet he looked good,'' she said as she stuffed with bread. ''I hate you.''

        ''Glad to hear that,'' I said and winked at her. She didn't know how much I hated seeing him at that moment especially that we're going to a fansign event tomorrow. Because of what happened, I have to be more careful, but that won't stop me to capture his 'special angles'. (Although I may not do the picture dumping ever again. I'll just use the pics for my anti-fansite.) Speaking of my site, I have to update it now before I go to sleep.

        Hahaha!!! So many haters! Shall I consider myself famous? Oh well, at least they have the time to check my site.

        ''Let's get these babies uploaded,'' I talked to myself. ''And a fanaccount will be nice.''

        ''So I saw Minho this afternoon, driving his car, obviously showing off. When the red light was on, he got off the car and got a paper stuck at his wiper. He shouted and was so mad! How immature was that?! You don't need to shout just because of a small piece of paper! Did it ruin his car? No! Were there many people surrounding him? Yes! Ugh! He's such a hot headed jerk! He overreacted over such a little issue! He couldn't control his self and shouted even if there's a police officer near him! To top it all off, he's at the middle of the street! Such a jerk!'' I smiled with what I wrote. That should do it. I hope many people will read this.

        After a few minutes, an anonymous account commented at my post. Now this is getting interesting. She's fast, huh. ''Did you ever consider that maybe there was something about the paper that made him that mad?'' She's witty.

        ''I don't know, but I'm certain that he should've just kept his calm,'' I answered.

        ''What will you do if you're the one in his shoes?'' Of course I would have done the same thing (given that I know how awful the picture was); maybe even worse, but I should pretend that I'm just an innocent girl.

        ''I would have just ignored it and move on,'' I answered, hoping that she'll stop the conversation ASAP, because I'm starting to feel guilty about lying.

        ''Really? What if the paper has something to do with you? Maybe like a personal attack? I think something like that will make any person just as mad as Minho was,'' she answered. This fangirl sure is creative, or is she a psychic? (does she think I intended for him to see the picture? Lol) She's smart, for sure. I like her. But defending Minho? She's definitely not going to be a friend of mine.

        ''No, that's just how only hot headed jerks would react,'' I strike back and the petty conversation ended. I hope we'll have another one soon though. She makes my site more thrilling.

        When I got up, Jihyun already bathed and was tiring herself out of choosing the perfect outfit for the fansign. She had been waiting for days, and I understand if she's too excited. I was still sleepy since I got up at dawn because I forgot to read Jessy's email. As usual, it was about her guy and their relationship slowly progressing. I can't tell that I do not envy her, but I'm really happy for her.

        ''Well this is one of the few times that I woke up earlier than you,'' Jihyun greeted me. I was about to eat when I realized I only have a few minutes to prepare. I quickly had a shower and put on the first thing I saw. My heart was racing because Jihyun was nagging already about us avoiding to be at the end of the line. I grabbed my lenses while my camera was hanging from my neck.

        ''Alright, shut up! Let's go!'' I finally yelled.

        Then, we arrived at the event. Lots of fans were already waiting.

        ''Ouch!'' I exclaimed, pulling my arm from Jihyun's pinching fingers. She tends to be a crab when she's nervous.

        ''It's not the first time you'll meet them, okay? You have to be relaxed this time or else you won't have the guts to say something to them again!'' I reminded her with what she had done on our first event.

        ''You're right. How do I look?'' She twirled and her dress was like flowing.

        ''Totally below of how I look,'' I teased, though I know that I appear to be the worst dressed at the event, making me a true anti-fan (Minho anti-fan only) that does not belong there. I was wearing my usual outfit--skinny jeans, shirt, and accessories, more like a guy's style.

        We sat on plastic chairs as we waited for them. There was a long table prepared for them. I just realized that I didn't even have anything for them to sign on, but I tucked the official WINNER shirt that Jihyun forced me to wear (and of course I did not wear it, but maybe she's still hoping for me to be a fan) in my bag, so maybe I'll have them sign it.

        The boys entered the room and the crowd went wild (although we're like just 50 or something). They did their usual stuff, talking about how thankful they are to fans. Don't get me wrong, I paid attention to the other members. I don't hate them. And that's already a good thing (coming from me). Their songs were playing non-stop in the background. Ugh. Isn't it enough that I listen to them non-stop in dorm because of Jihyun? I hate it when he's parts are coming. I just focused on taking pictures, taking pretty ones for the other members, and taking the opposite ones for him. It's difficult, but you just have to get the right timing, unless he'll turn out to be handsome. Eww.

        Then, the time for signing our albums (or as for me, a shirt) came. We walked in a line. I can feel my nervousness coming through me. Maybe it's because I'm going to be so near to a baby lion again. Okay, it's Seunghoon's fault. He's just too good at this fanservice thing. At the first fanmeet I attended, he just stared and smiled at me. I didn't know what to do and just looked down. I mean, sure, Taehyun, Seungyoon, and Jinwoo smiled and talked to me too, but Seunghoon has that charm that will make you shy because he's so nice and dorky. As for Taehyun, I was the one looking intensely at him. He's just too flawless that I wanted to poke his face (I controlled myself). I think he thought I was creepy. Then, Seungyoon seemed to be kind. He has that caring boyfriend vibe about him, the one that you'll want to introduce to your parents. Jinwoo just looked so innocent. He just smiled shyly and was so behaved. Being me, I lowered my head and got my face near him while he was writing something on a polaroid picture. When he looked up to see me, he was startled like a kid and covered his mouth in shock. Taehyun and Seungyoon laughed with me a little. I won't ever forget Jinwoo's cute face. Haha! Lastly, there's nothing to talk about the last guy.

        ''Yah, Skylar, are you nervous too?'' Jinhyun poked me with her elbow.

        ''No,'' I lied. She held my hand.

        ''Oh you're uncomfortable,'' she said.

        ''No, I'm not uncomfortable. I think you're the one who's uncomfortable with what you're wearing,'' I teased.

        ''Then you're nervous! You can't lie to me, sweetie. Your hands sweat either when you're uncomfortable or nervous. Haha,'' she said right back. Why did I even tell her that?

        ''Okay, fine. Maybe I am,'' I said with a sigh and rolled my eyes.

        ''Well, this is one of the few moments, huh?''

        ''Just stop. We're getting near them.''

        ''Whatever you say,'' she whispered at my ear. She is annoying at times, but I really like her. I might even place her as my second bestfriend, just below Jessy.

        Our turn came, Taehyun, the maknae, was the first to greet me as he was fixing his gorgeous hair.

        ''Hello, what can I sign for you?'' He smiled and I lost my mind for a second.

        ''Oh, actually, can you sign this?'' It's a little embarrassing but I handed him my shirt. The other girls were looking at me, so I looked at them and said, ''I forgot my albums because I was too excited.''

        ''That's fine, I'll sign anything for you. What's your name again? I remember your face, but not your name, sorry'' Ugh. He's so sweet and I was just smiling.

        ''Skylar, Skye,'' I answered. I can tell that he thought about how to write it (hangul or not?). But then, he wrote 'Sky'.

        ''Like CL noona?'' He asked.

        ''Yes, but it has an 'e','' I said and pointed at what he wrote. I've always liked the stage name of Chaerin unnie (I also like her as an idol). It's unique and it's French. Haha! Also, I have a thing for 2ne1's mellow songs. It's so not me, but I remember making a cover of 'Lonely'. 

        ''Oh sorry, Skye,'' he said. Gosh, the way he said my name was so y.

        ''It's fine. Thank you,'' we bowed at each other as I moved on to greet Jinwoo. ''Jinwoo oppa!''

        ''Ah! You're always surprising me, aren't you?'' We laughed, remembering our first meeting.

        ''You didn't forget me?'' I was shocked. He meets a lot of people everyday but I managed to stay in his memory.

        ''How could I? You almost gave me a heart attack. Also, I always see you in a distance when we're having events, taking pictures of us,'' he said enthusiastically.

        ''Wow, thanks for recognizing me, though,'' I said while smiling brightly.

        ''Well, thank you for always supporting us,'' he said as he signed my shirt. Do I support them or do I just not hate them? Anyway, I was a little hesitant to move because Seunghoon was next.

        ''Noona, come here,'' he said as if we're close, unconsciously showing his aegyo. Sh*t, he called me noona. Just like that, I lost my nervousness.

        ''Oppa, you're older than me,'' I said with a smirk and widening my eyes. Of all things, I hate it when people think that I look old for my age. I just look more matured, okay?!

        ''Really?!'' He nearly shouted, and it was the first time I saw his eyes that big. ''Yah,'' he teased. ''What's your name?'' He continued to speak informal. I reminded myself not to hate him because he's so cute and I think he's enjoying my presence.

        ''Skye, oppa,'' I said, emphasizing that he's older than me. We both chuckled at our silliness, and again, his eyes disappeared. He gave me a high five.

        ''Oppa, you're eyes, they're disappearing. Stop laughing,'' I said.

        ''Oh chincha? Chincha?'' He said while acting cute again. ''Ahh, we'll make a good team. It's nice meeting you, Skye,'' he finally said as he was done signing my shirt. He gave me a high five again. I think I'm not only 'not hating' him. Instead, I'm liking him.

        And then Minho was next. I didn't want to leave Seunghoon, but I should. As I was facing the poker-faced guy who was not giving even a hint of happiness, I felt dizzy.

        ''Can I sign your shirt?'' he said, emotionless. Maybe it's just me who noticed his sudden change of mood because all the others were too busy with what they're doing.

        ''Why are you being like this to me?'' I blurted out. After all of the stress that I'm having, thinking why he acts like this when I'm around, I finally have to get an answer from him. I have to get it off my chest.

        ''What did you say?'' He didn't hear me because of the loud screams surrounding us.

        ''I said why--,'' I trailed off as I noticed that my nose was running. Blood droplets were starting to stain my shirt and I was feeling really dizzy.

        ''Yah! Are you alright?!'' I heard Minho shout as he stood up from his chair. I was losing my strength, and was shaking. I struggled to put my handkerchief to my nose. I felt eyes on me, and I saw Seunghoon jumped across the table to hold me. He repeatedly asked me what's happening but I didn't know either. I couldn't think properly. He held me tightly. Through my blurry sight, I saw the others panicking, even Minho. He was staring at me, his face worried, not knowing what to do. I could tell that even him was shaking like me. Then, I heard a loud noise and the screaming of Jihyun as I closed my eyes.

        ''Yah! Skylar!'' These are the last words I heard as I passed out.