If you want a man

On the other end of phone was your best friend. You was, once again, telling her how much you liked one of your friends.

'He's so good looking...' you sighed. 'Especially when he rolls the sleeves of his shirts. Although he would look better with none.'

'He is.' She said, having heard that countless times.

You could tell she was getting bored of hearing you talk about him all the time, but how could you not? He was one of the best looking men you'd ever seen, he even looked well with his forehead showing... And he was fit. Whenever he wore tight tops it was like a dream come true. You hadn't been able to touch his chest, but you wished it happened soon enough. You would start thanking the gods in your mind when you could see the outline of his member through his trousers. He often made kissing faces at one of his friends. You wished you were the one he would do that to. But you didn't know him that well, and you couldn't gather the courage to tell him that I liked him.

'You should let him know at the party tonight.' She said to you.

'I'll probably have an awkward, short conversation with him and then he'll leave for someone more entertaining.' you sighed.

It was always like that. Your heart would start beating faster, your lungs felt like collapsing and your brain would 'stop working'. You would then say something embarrassing and remember that it was the reason why he rarely spoke to you. You didn't even know if your lack of social skills and clumsiness made him uncomfortable or amused.

He wasn't that bright, but he sure as hell wasn't as awkward as you were around others. On the contrary, he was sociable, well-liked, and funny. Not that you were unfunny, sometimes your potato-like social skills were laughable. At times, he seemed as though he had the brain of a five-year old, which was great, because it meant he could overlook your worst traits.

You finished pestering your friend and went to choose an outfit. The party was something casual, which called for similar clothes. You also wanted to be comfortable, just in case you needed to run away from the shame.

'WHO THE FRICKITY FRACK?!' you yelled, as the doorbell rang.

'Do you have a plan?' your friend asked you

'Shouldn't you be worrying about what you're going to whisper into Zhou Mi's ear? That is, if you can reach it.'

Apply cold water on burn. You felt so good about that comeback. It was one of the few times you were able to say something similar within three months from what the other person said. Truth to be told, you had no plan. Every time you made one it failed. You shuddered at the memories.

Your friend rolled her eyes at you and smiled.

'At least don't tell him something like "Touch my butt and buy me pizza."' It was a recent internet trend, and you always fell victim to such things. In the back of your mind you knew some jokes and sayings were meant to stay there, but you couldn't help it.

You were done soon enough, so you headed to the party which was being held in a friend's apartment. That friend was Heechul. He was prettier than any girl you knew, and he made sure to remind everyone. He also knew about your crush, which was the reason why he invited him to the party, despite not being entirely fond of "that idiot and his monkey friend."

When he first told you about the party, he started to rant about "that monkey" who borrowed his T-shirt "months ago and still hasn't returned it." He squinted his eyes, started shaking his first and yelled about getting revenge.

On your way to Heechul's apartment you were praying that you would arrive later than your crush so that you would not stare at him when he arrived, like the complete fangirl you were.