He looks uncomfortable and out of place, and Lisa had to curse at herself internally every time he pouts and sighed whenever he bumped into a shoulder. He looked so cute doing that! She purposely picked this café as she knew it'll be crowded with students from her university, so it makes her feel safe.

A few faces she knew from her faculty are there as well, although they're not exactly her friends. They kept staring at the guy beside her – no, not just them. Almost all eyes are on him since they stepped in. Lisa finds herself being partly proud, yet intimidated by all the attention.

Yeah, yeah, the guy's handsome as hell – looking more and more like the mysterious bad boy straight out of movies with his built and stance unlike any normal guys in the university...or maybe they do exist but Lisa had never seen one – but that's not the point!

The point is...wait, what was the point again –

"Do you hang around here a lot?" His voice broke her chain of thoughts.

"Not really...I came here once with my friends,"

She hangs her bag strap on the chair and takes a seat while the guy placed the tray on the table, taking the seat in front of her.

"You're scared that I'd do something to you? That's why we're here?" His question caught her off guard. Was she too easy to read?

"I...I uh...I just –"

"Relax Lalisa-ssi. Breathe..." He laughs a little. God, I hope I'm not red! Wait –

"How did you know my name?"

"It's written on your book there," He answers casually, pointing to the notebook she earlier placed on the side of the table. Oh... "It's a pretty name,"

He thinks my name is pretty? He thinks my name is pretty!!

"Thanks...um...and your name is?"

He frowned a little, leaning to the back of his chair and staring intently at her that it makes her nervous again. Why?

"Jungkook,"

...

"That's it? You're lying!"

He laughs, showing his bunny teeth again and looking hella cute – she must say! "Wish I am...but no, I'm not,"

"All that rage from them was just cus you accidentally bumped shoulders? No wonder you looked scared just now –"

"Hey, I wasn't scared –"

"You looked terrified –" She laughed.

"Yeah, terrified if their trays fall down and make a mess,"

"I swear, I don't understand guys sometimes! Like, it's not even a big deal –"

"Probably not if you're not drunk,"

"But you apologized didn't you?"

He shook his head and suppressed a smile. Damn it, why is he so handsome?!

"Ahh...so you deserved it," Lisa muttered to take her mind of the fact that she finds him attractive.

"I sure did,"

"You must be so proud of yourself huh?" He giggles a little. "Why are you even out, drinking by yourself?"

He takes a sip of the cappuccino. "I just finished work," He shrugs.

"Just bad timing huh?"

"Mmm...I won't look at it that way,"

Okay, there's definitely a mystery behind this 'Jungkook'. Every time he answers her, he would have that hint of smirk that shows at the corner of his perfectly sculpted lips and his pretty eyes. It's like he's hiding a good joke.

But it's kind of surprising how quickly she became comfortable sitting here with him – despite her earlier hesitations. Other than the fact that he's not much of a talker but more on being a listener, he's very polite and well mannered. He didn't try to get into her personal space – physically or mentally.

He does stare at her a lot. She had to force herself to look away every time she caught him looking because – well, because she's scared. Not at him...but at the prospect of what it might do to her.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Lisa's eyes widen at the sudden change of topic. "The one with you just now,"

"Oh...no, no –" She laughs. Hold on – does it look like he's my boyfriend?? "That's just Bammie. Bambam, I mean. We've been friends since we were little cus his dad used to work with mine. Yeah...our parents are so close with each other so when I enrolled here, his parents thought he should get in too. But he's not in the same faculty as me – he takes Architecture. He's like...like a brother. He has a girlfriend – I um...I don't have a boyfriend,"

Lisa takes a deep breath as if she just ran a mile. Why does she feel the need to explain this much? 

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