Could it be him?

wrong move

"... are you sure you want me to accompany you?"

With a warm smile, Suho reassures me and gestures me to follow him. He wanted to have a meal with me and maybe get to know me a little better.

Entering the cafeteria, I cover my nose and dig my nails into my palm. Suho looks at me worriedly and walks with me to the counter.

"Oh, I'm not hungry... I'll just have an iced americano," I say, hoping he wouldn't force me to eat.

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"... and that's how they appointed me as the CEO's bodyguard. You might think I loaf around a lot but that's only because that old boomer takes girls with him to his room. He's such a pervert. Don't go anywhere near him!" he warns me.

"Well, then I will. Even if people call me a gold-digger, at least I'll be rich..." I say, trying to hide my smile. Looking at his petrified look, I shake my hands and finish my sentence, "... just kidding! Gosh, you look so stupefied, jeez!"

Looking at me laugh, he places his spoon down and hangs his head low. I tap his hand and look at him questioningly.

"Nothing, it's just that... you resemble Lia a lot. I guess I miss her a lot more than I think I do."

I wish I could console him and maybe be his Lia.

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Trying to avoid eye contact, I look away and that's when I spot too-handsome-to-handle-god-like-super-ethereal Yixing. Yes, my eyes could devour his hotness till my last breath.

"ANNYONGHASEYO!" Yixing screams from the other end of the cafeteria, which obviously caused everyone to look in my direction. Cursing under my breath, I hide my face with my coffee cup and look down.

Suho chuckles and waves at Yix, signaling him to join us.

"Annyonghaseyo, I'm Zhang Yixing, nice to meet you!" Yix says, taking a seat next to me. As they introduce themselves, I decide to calculate the number of times he said 'annyonghaseyo' today.

Well, I take back what I said earlier about him and his handsomeness, I really wish Suho punched him with his super-strong-masculine-powerful-muscular arm.

"Wait, so your name is... Yic-Yikes-Yixeen, actually never mind I don't think I can pronounce your name," Suho says and stares at Yix, who was busy munching a packet of chips.

After seeing Yix's reaction, I realized how uncomfortable he was, a contrast to how I felt while talking to Suho.

Oh btw, it was the eleventh 'annyonghaseyo'. Once again, disappointed but not surprised.

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After Yixing left to run an errand, Suho bought me a cup of ice cream. Walking down the corridor, he stops and asks, "I didn't know you had friends, Lia- I'm sorry, I mean Leah. I'm so sorry."

"No that's fine, you can just call me LiLi. And yah! of course, I have friends!" I retort, hitting his shoulder.

"Wait, so that guy who was munching Lay's is actually your friend? As you can see, I clearly don't know how to pronounce that Lay's guy's name."

Clicking my tongue, I shake my head and reply, "jeez, just call him Lay or something!"

"Hmm... Lay actually suites him!"

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Looking in all directions cautiously, I throw the uneaten ice cream into the dustbin and walk towards the dance studio. Pushing the glass door open, I enter the studio and tiptoe to the corner, carrying an apple.

"I already saw you, Leah. In fact, you look like a crazy chimpanzee running away with a stolen apple," Sehun says.

Wiping his sweat with a towel, he sits on the floor and takes a deep breath. He definitely strained himself again.

Sitting next to him on the floor, I hand the apple to him and cover my nose quickly. Staring at him in disbelief, I scream, "eww, you stink dummy! Go take a shower or something!"

Ok, wrong move. Looking super agitated, he sits even closer to me and before I could stand up, he cages me between his arms.

"You clearly shouldn't have said that Leah. Now, you can smell my shirt as long as you want," he says, inching closer to my face. With our chests just inches away, I try pushing him away.

I know exactly what I need to do.

With a mischievous grin, I curl my fingers and start tickling him. With a poker face, he stares back and me and mouths 'seriously?'

Ok, wrong move pt.2.

Suddenly, with a wide grin, he says, "I guess you forgot that I'm not ticklish, but I know someone who is super ticklish."

As I fall backward on the ground, he starts tickling my stomach and pins both my hands down. Powerless, all I could do was... laugh like a maniac and snort like a pig.

I wish I didn't have to deal with this shithead. And by 'shithead' I am referring to myself. Yes, I am a shithead and I wish I could disown myself.

Looking at his eye-smile, I refuse to push him away and curl my body closer to his.

"Should I dim the lights?"

An unfamiliar voice asks that question. Sehun abruptly stands up and looks at the intruder. Correcting my dress, I too look in his direction and see Xiumin staring the shit out of us.

"Umm, I don't think I have the right to ask you anything about this situation, but I came here to tell you that Mrs. Ching Chang Chu wants you to water her indoor cactus," Xiumin says, looking down.

I mentally facepalm and sigh loudly. What was I even expecting from Mrs.- WAIT!

"Wait! Mrs. Who?" I ask.

"Ching Chang C- Ok, I guess it's Mrs. Lee Ching," Xiumin says with a smile.

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"Wait, what about her cactus?" Xiumin whines with a pout. Poking his cheek with my finger, I reply, "aigoo, we can do it after a cup of coffee!!!"

Because I am a caffeine-addicted sloth who can barely move a limb without a cup of iced americano.

Walking into the café that I frequently visit, I tell Xiumin to take a seat and walk to the counter.

The part-timer looks at me and rolls his eyes with a loud sigh. I look at him wonderingly and tilt my head to show how clueless I was.

With a straight face, the part-timer takes a deep breath and starts ranting, "a venti, half-whole milk, one quarter 1%, one-quarter non-fat, extra hot, split quad shots i.e 1 and 1/2 shots decaf, 2 and 1/2 shots regular, no foam latte, with whip, 2 packets of splenda, 1 sugar in the raw, a touch of vanilla syrup and 2 short sprinkles of cinnamon, right?"

I stand there with my mouth hanging open, fascinated by how he managed to rant the whole thing in one breath. Looking at my eyes wide open, he impatiently repeats, "RIGHT?"

"Umm... it's 3 short sprinkles of cinnamon, not 2. But yeah. Damn, you're talen-"

"and that will be 7000 ₩. Cash or card?" he asks, cutting my words abruptly.

Ok, I've definitely never come across such an impudent part-timer. Narrowing my eyes, I try reading his name badge.

'Do Kyung Soo'