Chapter 4

"Hana deul set... ! We are.. So... BEAST! Yoreubeun annyeonghasaeyo!" The MC's started talking, interviewing them about their new song called "Shock".

After only meeting in a day, I can clearly distinguish him from the others. I recognized the same big, brown eyes of his and his spiked brown hair. His voice was very distinguishable too.

He was standing beside the male MC and was mostly the one doing the talking. "This is the first time we're going to perform our new song. So please look at it kindly." He smiled. That smile of his that make his eyes smile too. "Gah! It feels like our d-day all over again!" He said and the other members burst out laughing in agreement.

They introduced themselves one after another. The guy who I met went first. "Annyeonghaseyo! Choneun Doojoon imnida!" He waved to the camera and passed the mic to the guy beside him.

"Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Yoseob!" the grayish-blonde haired guy with a puppy-dog face said. His cuteness shows even through their badas* image. He moved towards the camera and waved violently. So, his members pulled him back to their line. He's the one who's been so hyper. It's entertaining to watch him.

The mic was passed to a light-brownish haired boy, "Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Kikwang!". His eyes were big, but not as big a Doojoon's, and his lips were full. I bet all my money that all the girls want to taste them. He also waved at the camera.

The next one was a guuy with a fohawk who was the epitome of their image. "Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Junhyung!" He bowed and passed the mic to the guy on his left.

"Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Hyunseung!" He looked shy and girlish. I can't even deny that he's prettier than me. I bet it sucked whenever he hears people call him pretty, but who can help it? He is.

The last guy who held the mic looked like a foreigner. I was shocked that he introduced himself in Korean fluently and without any accent, "Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Dongwoon!" He waved.

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The program was over for sometime now, but I was still there, lying down on the couch looking at the ceiling.

"Do you know me?" A voice in my head keeps repeating itself. I usually ignore it, but I answered it.

"Yes." I said under my breath.

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Weekends were over and I'm back to school. One more week of torture. I swear my brain wouldn't be able to take it anymore. I went on my usual routine in school. I went to my four classes that starts at 8 o'clock in the morning and ends at noon. Then, I stay an hour more to study either outside, sitting on the ground or in the library.

I decided to study outside. Being in the library made me remember a lot of things that I didn't want to remember and feelings that I didn't understand. I walked on the grass to my favorite spot in the courtyard under a big, old tree. Its shade was just perfect for studying. As if I ever liked studying. I hated it so much.

I settled myself down underneath the tree, scattering alll the assignments I need to work on. The gentle breeze liftng my hair up. It felt good. My concentration in getting my work down didn't waver when a pair of hands disrupted it by placing them on my eyes.

"Guess who?" The voice said. Unexpectedly, it sent shivers down my spine. A good shiver.

"I don't have any friends in this school, so who are you?" You can consider me a loner, but I'd rather stay alone. It's easier that way.

The pair of hands covering my eyes loosened. "You're no fun. So serious as ever."

"Who are you any-" I turned to the direction of the voice and everything happened in slow motion.