ShIInee and Me~

Chapter 2 - Boy #2

"Wait, wait, hold on a second!" She just stares up at him. "How are you even here?"

He cocks his head to the side. "Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean, how are you in these apartments, when you could be anywhere else right now?" It was hard for her to wrap her mind around all this. But her question was justifiable: he's a famous K-pop star, and he could be sipping drinks in his Penthouse or be at the studio with his crew recording songs, or be at a fancy place... I don't know! He could be anywhere right now!

Instead, he's in a quiet neighborhood in Seoul, at some not-so-high-class apartments, where she was currently residing.

It didn't make any sense to Ali.

He scratched the back of his head and smiles shyly. "Well, I came to visit my grandmother. She lives here."

Oh.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't even be asking for explanations from you. You don't even know me..." She gestured to the mess they had created not moments ago. "I apologize for spilling coffee on you, I'll just be on my way." She bows down to him and begins to walk towards the lobby to exit the building. Probably call a taxi and head to a Starbucks, far, far away from Minho. She kind of disrespected him, and was just mortified with embarrassment.

Before she could take two steps, he stands in front of her again. She could feel the heat emanating from his body from how close he had gotten. But quickly dismissed it away.

Minho places a hand in front of her to signal to stop. "Wait, where are you going?" He asks her seriously.

She pointed to the doors. "Leaving. Gonna go get my cup of coffee."

He points to her shirt. "Wearing that?" He grabs a bit of her shirt and shows her the giant stain that had just formed on it.

She groans and also notices that the stain had made the shirt see-through, which indicated that her bra was visible... Which was even more embarrassing, considering that Minho was there.

"Well, I'll just go upstairs and get another shirt." She twirls and heads back up the stairs to her apartment.

Rudely dismissing him and hearing him begin to argue, she quickly sprinted up the stairs. He doesn't have the right to ask HER for any justification... Right?

Unlocking her door and closing it behind her, she jogged into her room and shook off her dirty, coffee stained shirt. She pouts as she sees the giant stain, that is NEVER gonna come out.

Sighing and tossing the shirt in the wastebasket, she picked up a random shirt and put it on.

The phone on the nightstand kept vibrating. Walking up to it and noticing the caller ID once more, she decided (once again) to leave it there and just head out the door.

As she opened the door to walk out, Minho was outside standing there, his hand extended up as if he had motioned to knock.

Both paralyzed at seeing each other, Ali went on full bitchy-mode.

"What are you still doing here? I told you I was heading out."

"I know, but I never caught your name." He explained.

She shrugged. "What's it to you?" Locking the door behind her, she walks past him and heads down the stairs once again, heading for the exit of the apartments. Oh my flippin' Jesus, make him go away! I'm way too embarrassed and ashamed to confront him. Or confront ANY of them, if it had been another one of the boys. (Shinee boys)

"Wait, please!" He lightly grabs her arm and spins her around. They're back in the same hallway they had been.

She sighs. "What, Minho?"