–HyunJoong’s POV–

“DAMMIT!” I took off my shirt and angrily threw it on the floor. “I couldn’t believe that I lost to a girl!” How could that happen? Was I too lax that she doesn’t know how to play pool or maybe it was just freaking luck? Yeah, right. Pool playing doesn’t need luck.
F.uck! But still! This is definitely the first time that I was on this position…not once, but twice! Position that was being humiliated, my ego being trampled by a girl!
“She’s not just ordinary girl, hyung.” I heard KimBum said.
“But at least, you’re commendable for accepting that you’re lost in front of those students.” Hero added.
I stared down from the window and sighed. I must admit that I am furious of the outcome. I mean, I am Kim HyunJoong and I never…never been kicked in the rear by any man – until now, and it’s a she! God.
I ran my hands on my face and sighed again. Does this mean that I will stop? F.uck! Why should I?
“Why are you so against of being friends with me, HwangBo?” I asked mentally. Why can’t I freaking let go of her? Why? Of all the girls here in SCA, why her?
“Are you okay?”
I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Joon who asked me that. He’s worried. I spun around and stared at him momentarily to give a weak smile before sitting down to my bed.
Damn. He was starting to scare the sh.it out of me; he wasn’t this sissy before meeting Dara the cousin of SunDoong. Joon was said to be the next Kim HyunJoong, well the tamer Kim HyunJoong and less cocky…the better Kim HyunJoong, as what the Peak said on one of its article once upon a time.He said that people changed on certain factors. He said for him he changed twice and the first one when he found out that his brother turned to homosexual and the second one were when he met Sandara Park.
God.
Why was I feeling I was sliding towards that direction?
Maybe, just maybe this wasn’t what I feared it was, but because I was challenged by her. Maybe, just maybe because I haven’t met a girl like her…
Yes, as much as I wanted so hard to deny the fact that I was—no, I am attracted to her because she’s different.
And whether I want to be a man and fulfill what I said to her—to leave her alone, but I just can’t.
But a promise is a promise…
…and yes, I will leave her alone from now on.
–END of POV–
-0-0-0—HwangBo’s POV–
Two weeks have passed after the incident and I must commend that HyunJoong may be a walking se.x maniac, he sure is a man of his word. He did leave me alone.
But as what they say, the damage has been done. My life changed, especially the paparazzi thingy. Though they had still no clue that it was me the one behind Paparazzi’s Target, but I can no longer walk down the hallway without being glanced at or greeted by the SCA students.
So practically my life has been deadly boring. If boring is a killer, then I was dead already by now.
“Nuna, can you be the representative for our school and take shots for our newspaper for tonight’s game?”
I looked up from the computer monitor and stared at the school’s sports photographer, Kim KiBum, a sophomore student. “Eh?” I couldn’t stop my right eyebrow from rising, “you know I don’t attend basketball game, KiBum.” I replied. Everyone who knew me knows that I never watch basketball game.
“I know…” He sat down in the chair in front of my desk, clasping his hands together and made a puppy eyes. “Please?”
How could I resist that cute face? God.
Okay, let me get this straight. Since I was fifteen I don’t go and watched guys’ basketball game because, I have this weakness with guys sweating. Call me pe.rvert but I do drool when I see perspiration rolling down from their face to their neck down to their arms and—well, you know. It’s really strange, but it’s not that I intentionally wanted it to happen, right?
I stared at KiBum and sighed. “Ok. Just this once. You really owe me big time.”
“Of course, nuna!”
-0-0-0-
“I couldn’t believe that this day would actually happen, unnie!”
I shook my arm from Yuri’s grasp. “I don’t know why you are so happy, it’s not that we are going to sit together. Remember I am with the photographers.” Sometimes her perkiness really makes me want to hit her.
Yuri still grinning, replied, “But still…”
“Okay, you can leave me now; I’m heading towards that direction.” I said pointing to where a group of photographers squatting.
I gingerly pulled out Photographer’s ID and worn it while I sat down beside the photographer’s representative of St. Joseph Academy, KyuHyun.
“Weird seeing you here, nuna.”
I frowned. “Don’t remind me.” I said.
“Don’t worry. If I found nice shots from your players I can give it to you.” He whispered.
That was sweet of him, just like his cousin, Kim KiBum. I smiled. “That’s a promise, okay?” I whispered back. I can’t trust myself to take decent pictures at the very same time stopping myself from drooling.
More than anything else…I gulped down the saliva to my throat as I turned my attention to the door where SCA’s players will popped out.
I must admit that seeing HyunJoong again makes me equally nervous. I don’t know how to react if and if our eyes will meet. Maybe his cocky self will assume that I threatened KiBum so I can have this spot.
Dang!!!!
Wait—maybe…
I looked around. Okay, he won’t notice that I am here, right?
Again, I looked around.
This is f.ucking crazy.
He’s not blind or I am not a dwarf that I can easily hide between KyuHyun and DongHo. God. This is definitely f.cuking crazy. The anxiety was growing inside my chest. I can literally hear my heart pounding. My hands are getting clammy and shaky.
This is definitely crazy.
I turned my attention back to the door and—
I froze.
It’s Kim HyunJoong and he’s looking straight at me!
….
Why do I have the weird feeling that he was shock to see me? What the heck might be running through his head seeing me here?
“Are you okay?”
I glanced at DongHo and nodded, but I’m definitely far from okay.
I hate the part where I get to entertain all kinds of thoughts to my brain. What might he be thinking seeing me again? I couldn’t believe that I really think highly of myself. I mean, Kim HyunJoong affected to see me? Duh?!
Who am I again?
I am nobody.
Why do I have the feeling that apart from the shock, I can see that he was happy and nervous?
I shook my head and sighed. When did I become an illusionist?
Okay, HwangBo you’re scaring yourself by having this crazy thoughts. For one, I shouldn’t be thinking or assuming what Kim HyunJoong is thinking.
I shouldn’t be wasting my time on him unless–
I vehemently shook my head.
I am in love with sweet YunHo and not this se.x mani.ac Kim HyunJoong!
“Nuna, are you okay?” DongHo asked again, worried this time.
-0-0-0-
The first half was done and here I am still trying hard to fight off both my drooling problem watching ten guys on the court, and my heart problem every single time HyunJoong glanced at me.
I think I should put everything into perspective, right? I mean, my heart shouldn’t beat for him. God. Why does my heart betraying Yunho?
I shouldn’t feel anything but spite, right? He’s the reason why I am having a hard time doing my job as SCA’s paparazzi. It’s his fault when every student and professor thinks that I am Kim HyunJoong’s Girl, when I am not. It’s his freaking fault for forcing me out from my own little world.
I was happy being nobody until—until he kissed me.
F.uck!
I turned my attention to the court and my eyes fell on Lee Joon.
I sighed. Lee Joon used to be my crush. Yes, I wouldn’t mind or maybe I don’t think I would be mentally slapping myself about the whole betraying Yunho thing if he’s the guy instead of his best friend HyunJoong.
If Lee Joon would be casted in the movie his role would be the guy-next-door type. Cool, hot, and sweet. He’s the guy you would bring home to meet your parents and show off to friends.
He was like that until last year, when I saw him kissing Park SunDoong, his homosexual roommate. ARGH! I can’t believe that a hottie and a perfect guy as him would totally fall for a homo.
–END OF HwangBo’s POV–
-0-0-0-
Just as expected, HwangBo had been constantly battling with herself as she watched HyunJoong and his team playing ball. She wasn’t aware or cares much on how the game had been going.
HwangBo closed her eyes once again as she wipe the sides of her mouth.
This is the very reason why she had to stop watching basketball games for years…
She’s drooling like a rabid dog.