A week after and Key or whatever the hell his name is keeps bothering me on my peaceful lunch. Just yesterday he brought a whole packed lunch for the both of us and he convinced me to eat it because he worked so hard on doing it. He’s really a talker. It’s true that he has international celeb friends but he’s the kind of guy who’s not too cocky about it.

“What is it with you? Do you hate me?” he asked

“No”

“You’re not even responding to my questions”

“Believe me if I’m in the mood, I would have ‘over-talked’ you”

“Then why? So you hate me then?”

“No. I hate all men”

“Whoah there!”

“What?”

“Did someone break your heart or something that you became a man-hater?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Well I hate jerks and idiots and I have recently figured out that those are similar qualities of men. Well except for my brother. He’s always an exemption”

“Lucky brother”

“Minho is great”

“So you’re his little sister. I was walking by some girls on the stadium and there were banners and for him”

I smiled. It’s true. I think every time he practices, there are girls shouting at him and giving him gifts.

“You smiled”

“Hm?”

“You’re prettier when you smile” is he hitting on me?

“Okay, what do you want?”

“Nothing. I just want to hang out with you that’s all. I’ve noticed you so quickly in that room. You were looking at me but not like everybody else and there was sadness in your eyes that I can’t explain. Ever since then, you had me so intrigued”

This man can talk. Maybe I’ll loosen up with him a little. He seems nice so what the hell

“Did you know there were rumors because you kept on talking to me like this?”

“Oh what the hell do they know. I’m gonna do whatever I want and talk to whoever I want”

We went back to class together. After really talking to him, I figured we had a lot in common. He’s into fashion and his family runs a business in states. We like the same fashion bloggers and he even asked me to model for his designed clothes to put in his blog. Yeah, maybe some of you thinks he’s gay but there’s something so masculine and y about him when he looks at me or talks about what he likes. He’s straightforward and damn he can speak English so ily.

“You’ll be submitting a report next week” the whole class just sighed

“but don’t worry, you’ll be grouped in partners. Just do it with your seatmate”

He throws a note at my face and I opened it

“Guess you’re stuck with me for the weekend” Ilooked at him and foolishly smiled at his face

**

Key and I decided to meet at