What is he doing here? Oh! Maybe he'll visit Sana! Yes, I guess I'm in a good timing!

I waited for Kwon Jiyong to move. He smiled flirtly before walking away. Tsh! He's so flirt. Is he really dating the Minatozaki Sana?

He made his way to the elevator and stepped in. I looked around before I made my way to the stairs. I can't use the elevator, those guards would see me if I do. I headed to 2nd floor but the elevator that Kwon Jiyong used still going up until 9th floor. I looked at myself in my reflection and satisfied at my looks. I look like a person.

I used the another elevator and pushed the 9th button. The elevator dinged open just in time, Kwon Jiyong passed by. I stuck my head to see Kwon Jiyong. I took a deep breath before stepping out. He's far enough to notice me so I slowly followed his way.

He stopped in front of a condo unit and knocked. The weird thing is, he covered the peephole with her index finger. Smirking.

My eyes widened when I saw Sana. But she wasn't look glad. I came back to my own senses and took out my camera. I took off the lense and switched on. Ready to take pictures. I was hiding behind the wall and took my first two pictures. I checked it and smiled victoriously. They're cleary talking.

I peeked again but they're walking away together and looks like there's something wrong. When their figures disappeared at the corner, I followed. Until we ended at the rooftop. I hid myself behind the door not too far but I couldn't hear what they were talking about. I took off my shoulder bag and dropped it at the wooden table. I fixed my position to get a clear shot.

*click*

*click*

Wait... Kwon Jiyong is moving closer..

*click*

I checked the photos and my eyes widened. I got a clear shot of Kwon Jiyong and Minatozaki Sana's lips pressed together.

Perfect!

Out of excitement and satisfaction, I ran away with a wide smile plastered on my bare face.

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Sana POV

I heard a knock on my door and I lazily leapt from couch. I peeked at the peephole but I couldn't see anything. Obviously, someone's covering it. I opened the door and Kwon Jiyong's smirking face hit my nerves.

"What are you doing here?" I coldly asked.

"I was about to tell you but then I remembered oh! Babe blocked my number. So yeah, surprise!" He smiled from ear to ear. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't call me 'babe', asshole. You can leave now." I said. He back off a bit waving his hands in surrender.

"Whoa whoa... Okay, Sana. I just want to talk. How about at the rooftop? Cool air..nice view of the big city?" He winked.

I sighed and stepped outside then closed the door. I just passed him by and made my way to the rooftop. I smelled a good strong perfume that made me calm.

"You have 20 seconds." I ordered.

"Hate to hear that 'cause I didn't just went here and talk to you in just 20 seconds."

Aish.

"17....16....15...." I counted continuously that made him shocked. Then in just one blink, I felt a lips over me. My eyes widened in realization that Kwon Jiyong is kissing me. I pushed him hard.

*slap*

"WHAT THE HELL?! DID YOU JUST KISSED ME?!" I screamed out of my lungs. But he just laughed his ass off.

"I hope I'm your first kiss,Minatozaki Sana." He winked and leave me dumbfounded.

My mouth's agape and held my breath. That bitch!!! Argh! I swear over my dead body I will skin him alive!! I wiped my lips and I felt goosebumps. Ew!

I composed myself but my blood still boiling. I looked around, thankful that we're at the rooftop. No CCTV, No one's around. No one saw what happened.

I sighed and decided to move my feet. I was about to step downstairs when I heard a ringtone. I flinched and turned around as I saw a shoulder bag at the table behind the door. I opened the bag and the ringtone stopped. Maybe someone left this here. Careless people. I squinted my eyes in a familiar lace. I took it out and in my surprise, it was an ID of a paparazzi. I quickly looked at the picture and red the owner's name.

Chou Tzuyu - photographer

Oh shoot! A paparazzi!! Someone probably took pictures of us!

"NO WAY!" I screamed in frustration.

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