Before I could even ask what the hell kind of spell he put on me, he turns to look at me again. I flinch slightly, absolutely terrified of his somewhat cold persona. "What?"

"I should ask you that," I reply, crossing my arms. "Lee Heeseung, are you into me?!"

Heeseung stifles his laughter, shaking his head as he unpacks his things. "Was giving you a polite compliment a sign of love? I think you've misunderstood," He adds, closing his luggage. "Oh, speaking of which, who's sleeping on the couch tonight?"

"What do you mean, there are two beds-" My words are cut short when there is only a couch and a double bed, my eyes widening as I place my hands on the soft comforter. "Stupid me! I forgot that one of the rooms is single bedded... Sunoo, I blame this on you." Whispering, I try to think of a solution.

Do I still have enough money? Maybe I can get us an extra room and we'll have no more problems. I don't say anything to the confused boy, grabbing my bag and walking to the door. His hand immediately lands on my wrist, holding me back. "Woah, where are you going? We're not going out for dinner yet."

"I'll just get us an extra room, that's all," I reply, looking for my card. "I don't want either of us to be uncomfortable tonight or the nights after, so it'll just be best if I just-"

"Let's just sleep in the same bed then," Heeseung suggests, my eyes enlarging immediately. "What? I don't bite... I'll keep my hands to myself."

"Woah, you're going a little too fast here, Heeseung," I say back, grossed out. "I know you have no ill intentions, but I know absolutely nothing about you."

"Yes you do, actually."

"Like what, Lee Heeseung."

"You know my secrets, know my pain!" He exclaims and I'm considering he's absolutely brain dead. How can he say his trauma to me so openly? "See, we're fine. Don't spend your money on something we don't need- and if you're still uncomfortable, I'll just sleep on the couch."

"O-Okay," I stutter half-heartedly, grinning awkwardly. "Nevermind that, we still need to set ground rules."

"About what?"

"The bet," I reply, crossing my arms. He nods slightly, both of us taking a seat next to each other on the bed. "I want to add a few things more to it."

"Okay, and so will I then," Heeseung replies nonchalantly, making me nod. "Aside from keeping my secrets, you are not allowed to hint at it, talk about it, ask me about it, and so forth."

"Okay, even though most of those are the same things as keeping it a secret," I nod, crossing my arms. "Aside from getting me and Jake together and my free meals, you are not allowed to drink as much."

"What!?"

"Oh! And you're also tutoring me in languages- I'm failing, so..."

"Aren't you pushing it, Jae Iseul!?"

"Not at all," I stop short, smirking proudly. "I mean, this is what you get for spilling all your words to a girl you barely know." Heeseung groans, leaning his head back. He gulps, nodding softly before exchanging gazes with me.

"Fine, fine," He agrees, closing his eyes. "I'll tutor you, stop drinking until I get drunk, buy you meals, and get you with Jake Sim. Deal?"

"Deal!" I giggle.

He smiles softly, shaking his head. "If you're the reason my reputation is ruined, I'll blame you for it."

"Says the one who wanted it to be ruined in the first place!" I mock.

"Hey-!" 

"Stop arguing and get out here!" I hear from Jungwon, everyone groaning. "Are you both done unpacking!?"

"Yes!" We synchronize, rolling our eyes before grabbing our things. I open the door to see all of them, for them only to see Heeseung.

"What the hell, hyung," Sunghoon mentions, crossing his arms. "Did you kill her?"

"What, no!?" I peek my head from behind the door, waving with my free hand. "See, she's right here."

"Hi~" I serenade, causing Sunghoon to smile. How adorable. "Where are we going to eat? I'll pay!"

"Why are you paying?" Sunghoon and Heeseung ask me, causing them to glare at each other. What a bunch of idiots. Anyway, Sunghoon continues, crossing his arms. "Don't worry about it, I'll cover most of the bill."

"I'm not going to be the one drinking, you all will," I reply.

"Proves my point that we're paying."

"I'm getting the food," I shrug, pushing Heeseung as he groans. Closing the door behind me, I meet them all out in the hall, fixing my hair. "Just shut up and let's go. You all will be drunk by the time I have to pay the bill."

"We'll see about that!"

Nope, point proven. Their words are slurred by the time my food gets here, laughing at each other. All I'm drinking is a sprite- and it tastes like battery acid.

To be quite surprised, Heeseung is still sipping on his first beer- and I wouldn't think he'd still keep the bet going. I thought he'd give up-but I guess he really treasures his mistakes. He's sitting next to me as he chuckles at his friends, one hand on my chair as I freak out mentally.

I've got to admit, he was hot.

But not hotter than Jake. Jake Sim forever!

"Heeseung~ drink more!!!"

"No, you guys need to calm down before we're kicked out."

"We~ will~ be~ fine~!!!" Jungwon sings harmoniously, everyone giggling at his small song. I continue eating despite feeling Heeseung's body heat radiate off me, my mouth on fire. These noodles were good, but gosh were they hot. I already drank my water sadly, and I ordered Sprite. So, I gulp down battery acid, slightly coughing through it.

I see Heeseung out of the corner of my eyes, his stare on me. "Don't scoff it all down in a few minutes. I doubt we'll be leaving in a few minutes."

"I know but it's really good," I say, mouth full with sprite. I take another bite, mouth full. "Want some?"

"I'm alright," He winces, removing his arm from my back before chuckling. I raise an eyebrow before his thumb wipes against my lower lip, taking the sauce from the corner of my lips and licking it. "You're an actual mess, Jae Iseul. However, the taste of it is pretty good."

My eyes are as wide as acorns as I watch him smirk, putting his arm back behind me. What in the world- what- what- what?!

I'm sorry, I can't even function correctly. What is wrong with him?! He thinks it's okay to flirt with me while I'm a loyal Jake stan!? Love is not a joke, Lee Heeseung!

"Do you need water?"

"Huh?"

"You don't look like you enjoy your sprite-" Heeseung pauses, scrunching his nose. "Besides, if it's spicy, shouldn't you drink water?"

"It's fine, I can take care of things myself."

"Here, just drink mine. I haven't drunk any of it anyways," He passes it over as I don't dare argue with him, taking a sip before mumbling a quick 'thank you.'

"Can I try some, Iseul~" Jay immediately grabs my plate, causing me to frown. I'm about to argue for it back, but Heeseung stops Jay's hand- right in the middle of the table. "Awh, hyung!~"

"You're drunk, Jay," Heeseung warns before Jay frowns, letting go of the plate. "Here." He mumbles quietly, putting back in front of me. "I know you're hungry and I don't want you to be whining in our room about it. So just eat."

That was a back-handed yet kind act wasn't it. Ugh, I hate him!

"Just focus on your beer and let me eat!" He rolls his eyes at my words, watching me hunch over my noodles and eat them in stress. Exhaling from my nose, I glare back at him before switching my gaze.

There, Sunghoon sits, a leg over the other. He doesn't look too happy, sipping on his soju as we meet eyes. I raise an eyebrow before he looks away, drinking again.

I switch gazes between a nonchalant Heeseung and a stiff Sunghoon, one enjoying his time while the other does not. Like two ends of a stick, it's like their personalities changed. Maybe because Sunghoon was drunk? Doubt it though- he's happier when he's drunk.

Ah, whatever. First, I need to decide how I'm going to sleep in the same bed with Mr. Socialite...