"Choi Young Do. Who allowed you to place me as 'YDLover' on your phone?"

"Do I need permission to do anything with my own phone?"

"You do if it makes others question the sanity of the person involved!"

"We can just say you're crazy about me." His smile was perpetually lined with a tease.

Eun Sang scowled at him. She had passed behind the couch on her way across the room and noticed him editing his contact list.

"Bo Na was right. You're the crazy one. Now give it here so I can correct my name."

"What's the big deal? You're not the only one with this type of name."

"What?"

"Bo Na herself has been dubbed as My No. 1 Fan. Rachel is Lucky Sister of a Sexy Brother. Ye Sol is…"

Well that was just the icing on the cake. Eun Sang decided it was her duty to reclaim the proper identities of these unfortunate ladies. She plopped down next to him and flipped an open palm at him. "Hand it over."

Young Do held up his cell phone on the delicate ends of his fingers. "Are you willing to enter the danger zone to obtain this?"

She made a snarly face at him. What danger zone? Eun Sang made a swipe for his phone but he pulled it back and caught her arm with his free hand, tugging her on top of him.

Oh. This danger zone.

She pushed herself up to create some semblance of space. His eyes scanned her face, knowing she wasn't truly as irritated as she displayed.

"Hand it over," she ordered.

"Yes ma'am." He kissed her.

"Yah!" she exclaimed, not so much in disapproval as in surprise.

"Were you not referring to my kiss?"

She clucked her tongue, stealing away the gadget he had baited her with. While she scrolled through his phone, he pillowed his head with an arm, watching her.

"What the? Bo Na and Rachel's names are normal in here."

"Yeah."

She cut a glare at him. He shrugged. She set aside his phone. She had always thought herself to be immune to Young Do's jokes.

"You're not going to change your name in there?"

"Oh that. Later." She didn't mind that much, really. The liberties that Young Do sometimes took in expressing his affection towards here were actually endearing, even when she pretended to be indignant.

"Ah yes, I almost forgot. Your weak spot is in chemistry."

She stamped down on the urge to argue. By the way he ran his teeth over his bottom lip, she could tell he was expecting an objection from her, and she would not satisfy him with one at the moment. Besides, he was right. She did need to study.

"Anything else I can do for you?" he asked, extra sweet, although the gleam in his eye alerted to her that he already had something in mind and was simply prolonging his attack in order to enjoy it more deeply.

"Get your own studio, you're making me nauseous, and that's saying a lot from someone as cute as me."

Eun Sang and Young Do looked towards the door and found Myung Soo glaring at them. She scrambled off the sofa, grateful that Myung Soo was for once without his camera.

Before she could sufficiently stutter herself into humiliation or scurry away from Myung Soo's gaze, which had gone from indignant to mischievous, Young Do claimed her hand and announced he wanted some fresh air.

Why then did she get the feeling there were going to be breathless moments following their departure from the studio? It couldn't have anything to do with the way Young Do's intentions had been unduly interrupted by his buddy minutes ago.

In fact, Eun Sang and Young Do received little fresh air after leaving. The two bumped into Bo Na and Chan Young, the couple having returned from buying snacks.

"Do you want to study with us?" Bo Na asked, holding up a plastic bag laden with bright colors. "I bought some brain-healthy treats to prepare for our upcoming exam."

Eun Sang readily agreed with ten pounds of notes and books in her backpack reminding her that midterms were just around the corner and she had more to focus on than what Choi Young Do did for fun on his cell phone contact list.

Young Do's eyebrows reached record high, but he also agreed to hit the books with the group. Although he did sweep a disgruntled glance at the girl whose hand he held.

"I refuse to believe I got anything but a one hundred percent on my essay," Bo Na said stubbornly. "I've read that book three times and even read literature reviews on the themes before writing the essay."

"Are you complaining just so someone will assure you that you did wonderfully?" Young Do asked, to which Bo Na demanded he take back his comment.

"Why would I need reassurance from someone who once got 99th place in the school?" she scolded.

"Then you might want to make your little soliloquy a few shelves away because some of us are studying for future tests, not brooding on past essays that we're one hundred percent sure we got one hundred percent on."

"Ugh, why am I even with you on a fine day like this when it could just be me and Chan Young?" Bo Na pouted, having forgotten she was the one who invited the two non-Chan Young individuals sitting at their table. Chan Young smiled indulgently at her.

Young Do turned to see the last of an amused smile on Eun Sang's lips as she redirected her focus back to her textbook. Yes, why were they here on a Saturday with the world's most chill-inducing couple, when he would really much rather privately study the slight pucker in Eun Sang's mouth as she silently read, or try to critically analyze where her mind flitted to while turning her pages, or perhaps sculpt his own fingers around her small hands that held a pencil and ran over the desk, the same hands that could comb through his hair so fervently when she was ki-

"Let's take a break," he said.

She looked up at him, but her smile was brief. "Why are you taking my stuff?"

"This might be a long break."

Later, locked in the student broadcasting room, Eun Sang sufficiently stole Young Do's breath to his heart's content.

He groaned when she once again pulled away, a soft vibration in his throat that made her laugh. It was rare for that she got to witness him so docile.

"We should get back to studying," she said.

"I don't need to."

"You're very certain of yourself." She sighed as he nipped ear. "You've raised your ranking on the class list, but if you keep procrastinating, you'll end up number 99."

"Is that doubt I hear?"

She smiled at him. "Why? Am I right?"

He leaned in close, brushing the tip of his nose with hers. "And what will I get from you if I prove you wrong?"

She smiled when his teeth grazed her lips.