Sandara sat up on her bed, and yawned. “Morning!” She chirpily greeted Eric Mun’s picture on her bedside table and stretched. “Morning, sweety!” She mumbled sleepily. Greeting her celebrity crush has been a habit and sort of giving her an extra perk in the morning.

Shinhwa has always been her favorite group. Well, actually she became their fan when she got to know them personally after their photoshoot. Eric Mun the leader though said to be a man of few words, but when he opens his mouth he spouts all the funny lines in the world. Then there’s Dongwan, he wouldn’t be the witty guy for nothing…then JunJin, the dancing machine—though she sees him more of a gag man, then HyeSung, who she swear to have the most soothing voice and the most gentleman in the world, then of course last would be the shy guy himself, Andy Lee.

Sandara yawned and turned to looked at her roommate’s bed.

As expected, HyoYeon, her roommate has already left. Now the reality dawned in to her, she was going to start her college life without her friends. Thought she can easily jibed in Fashion Designing like her friends, but her heart really goes for Architecture.

She stretched before throwing her legs over the bed and walked into the small bathroom and fully woke herself up with a cold shower. She put on her usual clothes, a dab of makeup, squirted on perfume and brushed her hair before she covered it a pink bandana. Then she walked out the door.

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Sandara passed by her friends’ classroom and found them looking bored. It’s kind of funny that she was supposed to be right inside that class, sitting with them…bored alongside them. Technically most of the minor subjects are a boring, except with Math.

But it has always been her dream to be an Architect.

She sighed as she was heading towards her locker. It was a good thing that she dumped all the books last night at least she would be looking like a juggler carrying those books in the morning. She felt eyes were following her and she didn’t turn and looked at them. She was used to be in the spotlight.

A beautiful girl probably same year as she was in stopped spraying her body with body spray and smiled nervously at her, she smiled back easily. The girl looked totally shocked.Sandara, too. Okay, maybe she woke up in the bright side of the bed.

Sandara walked by with her Fendi on her hands; while walking down the halls looking for locker 919.

She glanced everywhere while observing the students around her. To the left of Sandara, two students were making out and touching each other stopped groping as the boy saw her watching bluntly.

“This is a school, people. Go and get yourself a room.” Sandara scolded as she looked grossed out. The two ran away and never looked back.

She finally found her locker where another couple was making out. “Come on!” She exasperatedly threw her hands in the air. “Seriously?!” Now, she looked more of a girl who’d been dragged out from the bed. “People!”

The two students stopped kissing and looked at Sandara, “sorry.”

Sandara watched as the couple walked away, guilty. She switched her purse on the other shoulder. Without noticing, she slammed open her locker and hit the head of the student beside her.

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TOP grunted as he stepped into the entrance hallway with everyone at their lockers and people jogging down the hallways to their classes and friends. Girls all put on their make-up and fixed their hair.

It’s not that he detested girls taking care of themselves but wasn’t it too extreme them doing these things in public?

What about the rest room provided for them?

Can’t they do it in front of the mirror inside the lavatory?

He sighed then before he could open his locker one loud…

PLANK!

TOP swore he felt his brain just being thrown on the sides of his skull.

“So this was the result of him silently cursing girls, eh?” He thought as he closed his eyes while rubbing his head. Hopefully his brain was still going to work after this.

“What was that?” Sandara was frowning then she turned around just then she realized students in the hallway vanished. “Where the heck are they?” She asked herself. Then she heard a low groan beside her.

She gasped.

She hurriedly closed the door and was shocked it was TOP placing his hand on his head.

TOP?

What’s he doing here?

She checked the locker beside her and was shocked that the door was slightly opened and her locker door dented.

She was about to touch his hand then stopped in midway.

There are many possibility words that were running her head that might make TOP not knock her brains out in revenge. Start by saying sorry, rub the sore part of his head, offer to pay damages, pull him to his feet and brush off the dirt on his pants and the lists goes on and on.

But she heard herself mumbled, “oops.”

Oops?!