Could it be him?

not Lia

"Wait, but I'm a video editor!" "... and I'm a translator!" Yixing and I whine.

"Leah, I clearly told you that editor Kim is not interested in having an assistant, so after Xiumin's debut, you can start working as his music video editor! and Zhang Yixing, we need you to help Xiumin master basic Chinese," Ching says, patronizingly.

The both of us walk out with a sigh and enter Xiumin's studio. Sitting on the couch, I look at the clock and tap my feet impatiently.

Yixing breaks the silence and asks, "so what are you supposed to do till the new idol debuts?" Sighing as loudly as I can, I look at him and answer, "well, they've appointed only one costume designer for Xiumin so I probably will have to help you and the designer."

Looking at Yixing trying to control his laughter, I playfully hit his chest and give him 'the look.

As Xiumin entered his studio, he greeted us with a bow and apologized for being so late. After a short introduction, the three of us agreed to meet every Wednesday for his Chinese classes and I will be in charge of anything related to his costumes.

Except for the designing part cos who knows, my stupid brain might end up convincing him to wear a flamingo costume, made of pink paper.... and an ice-cream cone (umm, for the beak).

Walking out of the studio, I talk to Yixing about the location that would be appropriate for Xiumin's Chinese lessons. I hear a familiar voice shout out a name for the third time, but I ignore it and continue my discussion with Yix.

"LiLi! can you not hear me?" I hear the same voice scream into my ears. Feeling the crushing grip on my shoulders, I sigh and turn back, knowing exactly who it was.

I plaster a strainful smile and gesture Yix to leave. Suho frowns at me and drags me to the cafeteria.

"... oh, and do you remember when the teacher dozed off at class?" Suho asks. I nod my head, disinterested, and slurp my berry drink.

"Why aren't you talking?" Suho asks with a concerned look. An idea strikes me, and I quickly put my drink away and take out my pocket notepad.

With a wide grin, I say, "Suho, the thing is that I'm super clueless because... something t-traumatic happened and I don't remember anything that happened before that."

Suho didn't look convinced. Maybe I sounded a little suspicious, so I quickly grabbed my drink and started laughing.

"Haha! got you! I was just joking. Nothing happened. I'm just dumb," I say and rub the back of my neck.

"But you didn't turn back when I called you 'LiLi'. And that was your favorite nickname," he asks, expressionless.

"Ahh.... I guess I c-couldn't hear-" he cuts me and leans forward. Before I could stop him, he pushes my hair back and slightly pulls my shirt down. Staring at my collarbones, he takes a step back and sits on the chair with a heavy heart.

He looked desolate and broken. He buries his face in his palms and asks in a low tone, "you aren't Lia, right?"

I bite my lower lip and stare at the floor, embarrassed of how shameless my actions were. It was very wrong to break someone like this with false hopes.

Looking at my hand placed over my collarbone uncomfortably, he apologizes and says, "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have touched you like that. I'm so sorry..."

I shake my head in disapproval and tell him that it wasn't his fault. After talking for a while, I got to know that Lia was his high school best friend who was forced to leave the city, and the reason he checked my collarbone was because Lia had a huge mole between her collarbones.

Coming out of the washroom, I wipe my hands and walk towards my desk, covering my red knuckles. Feeling nauseous and lethargic, I sit on the chair heavily and chug a bottle of water. I was used to this.