;Nara’s  POV         The shooting ended up at six. For the whole four hours and a half it's finally done. Aside from our scenes together, there was an individual scene too. It was like we were reminiscing the moments we had together and after that we were all done. K.Will sunbaenim came to us and teased us. I guess it was their happiness to see me all flushed. If I would only faint, then maybe they will all stop.   "Hey," Daehyun poked me on the waist after I went out of the room. I was already wearing my casual dress, ready to go home and rest. Not to mention, I'm already hungry.   I tried not to look at him but I failed. I made contact with his eyes. Can we do this with no interruption next time?, I suddenly remember his words I suddenly froze and feel awkward. Can he just disappear right away?   "Are you hungry?" He asked.   "No." I simply said. But then my stupid stomach grumbled out of nowhere. Daehyun smirked and I blushed. Damn.   "Not hungry, huh." He scoffed. "Liar." He then walked towards the van, grinning. I was gritting my teeth as I hit my own stomach. Why do I always appear stupid in front of him? Darn it. I knocked on my head twice before I followed him inside the van. Daehyun was sitting at the back, which was great. I sat near the window and not beside him.   But then he moved and sat next to me.   "What are you doing?" I asked him.   He just smiled at me. "Sitting next to you."   "Um. There are lots of vacant seats, you know."   "I don't care." He winked. Then he held his earphone at me. "Want to share?"   "Nope." I told him and he just shrugged. The moment his manager went inside the van, we drove off. Manager oppa was sitting in the front seat and was talking to his phone. I looked at Daehyun next to me and he was closing his eyes as he rested his head on the headrest. I sighed as I leaned over and looked outside the window.   But wait...didn't he ask me if I was hungry?   I looked at him once again. I wanted to wake him or anything. I'm really hungry now. I was about to wake him up but I stopped  myself. Instead, I stared at him. Part of me wanted to sneak out my phone from my pocket and take a picture of him like that without him knowing. He was so handsome I don't mind staring at him the whole day. Not him noticing, of course. "So handsome.." I said softly. "No wonder your fans are crazy about you..."   "Stop staring at me or I'll melt." He muttered that made me jumped in surprise.   "I am not staring at you." I defended myself.   "You are." He replied.   I was shocked. How can he