I've probably sighed more than five times in a row now while in front of the island cooktop preparing Sooyeon's precious hotdog and fried fish. The Grim Reaper, the soul switch, etcetera - I've got to figure out soon how to end it without having to sacrifice one of their lives. Because if this goes on for a few more months, I think I'm going to lose my sanity while taking care of Sooyeon.

"Why are you smiling at me?" I asked Kim Bum. He's the good looking great cook of the Jungs. At the age of twenty eight he already knows a lot of Asian and Western dishes. He can start a restaurant business if he wants.

"Because you look like you're displacing your frustration to that food you're frying. You should not cook with a crabby face Yoona. The dish will not turn out well."

"It doesn't matter. It's just fish and hotdog Bummie."

"If you say so. Need a hand with carrying the tray?"

"I can manage."

Sooyeon's door was partly open when I got there. After placing the tray on her bed, I looked for the girl and found her inside the walk-in closet drawing something in her notebook. She dropped it out of surprise when she saw me. I picked up the notebook and saw what she draw - a guy in a black suit with hair covering one eye.

"Give it back," she said while harshly grabbing the notebook.

"Who was it? Your crush?"

"No. Just...a drawing." Sh