Prologue:
“Stop following me around!” I hiss at this tall guy who keeps on tailing me. He is really a stalker.
He gives me a playful smirk and walks beside me. “We’re on the same level.” He blinks and looks behind me. “No one’s following you.” He tells me like it was the most intelligent answer in the world.
I roll my eyes and walked faster. What does he even get with following me? I’m not somebody worth following. I’m just me. Kim Ashin. And he is following me like I am someone with a lot of fun! I hate it!
“Hey! Kim Ashin, wait up!” He calls me and runs to my side.
Of course, he catches up really fast because he has freaking long legs and he’s a hell of a basketball player. Who am I even running from?
He stretches his arm and pulls me closer to him. I was taken aback because people are staring and he doesn’t even give a damn. I hate it!
“Don’t even think of running away from me, Kim Ashin.” He whispers. Then he smirks. “You take three steps, I only take one.” He adds.
I take a deep breath and roll my eyes on him. “Well, it’s okay.” I tell him.
He looks at me, puzzled and confused.
Now, it was my time to smirk. “I’m used to taking more steps than other people.” I add.
He looks at me and grins. Well, it makes me uncomfortable. But I still look at him. I don’t want him to feel that I am intimidated to his charms or whatnot.
Because I am not.
I. AM. NOT.
“Do you realize that I am basketball player and I like to run after the ball?” He asks me.
I gulp. Why is he acting like this?
Why is he talking about things with double meanings? I don’t get it!
“I am not a ball! Don’t run after me!” I yell at him in a warning before walking out.
Aish! Kris Wu! Aish!
