[2/2]

 

“Aish, I missed this place.” Yunho said as we walked into our abeoji’s restaurant, the one which I worked in, again that day.

Neither Yoona nor I replied. We just…didn’t.

Once again, we sat at the table at which Yoona and I sat before, giving a pretty good view of the tree. After we sat, I couldn’t talk. My lips didn’t move, my voice didn’t come out.

It was Yoona and Yunho who did all the talking. I merely nodded or made a face. Nothing more.

“Yah, Boo, there’s me.” Yunho said, pointing over to the tree, grinning like a maniac. I couldn’t help but smile. Still, no words or even voice came out. I tried to move the lips, but somehow…it was as if they were glued together.

Yoona was getting really anxious at that time.  She gave me a look then stood up.

“Oppa, unnie, I’m going to go back to the kitchen, okay? I want to try to see how many workers here I can trick with the Identical Twins act.” She grinned and slapped Yunho high five before leaving.

When Yunho turned around, she began walking backwards to face me and began making weird gestures with her hands, furiously, telling me to do this and that. I only rolled my eyes at her.

Yunho became quieter and…well, normal after Yoona left. No, I’m not mental when I’m saying normal. Well, wouldn’t it be normal for it to be awkward when you are alone with the girl whom you liked since you first met her but she dated your best friend who had liked her sister and the girl whom you liked only thought of you as a..brother/friend?

So let’s go with awkward for now.

Yunho became quieter and awkward when Yoona left. Playing with the straw inside his milkshake, humming his songs almost as if he had nothing to do. But I could tell…he had a lot in his mind.

And it was his birthday.

.

I had almost forgotten that.

What should I do? I couldn’t just wish him happy birthday and be…nor could I pretend to forget; I was his freaking best friend for crying out loud!

I sighed, loudly.  I was such a failure.

“Inna..” Yunho muttered after a while. I looked up at him at once. When our eyes met he smiled. Sadly, at that. “I missed you.” He said.

I missed you.

Three words. Simple meaning. But said in a way…he wanted to say something else, I knew it.

“I missed you too, oppa..” I smiled back at him. I didn’t know what else to say. I had planned to say quite a lot when I actually went to his house but now…no words seemed to be good enough for me to say..

“And what have you been doing, Na-boo? I once heard you modeled, then you became a voice actress. I also heard something about you acting in Japan.” He asked, as casually as he could with a serious business-like face.

I laughed. “I did all that. But for a little while. I could never stick to a job that I don’t really want to do, I guess.” I said with a short shrug.

“You didn’t want to voice act? Five years ago, all I could hear was you talking about voice acting for Keroro.” He said with a teasing look plastered on his face.

I rolled my eyes and nudged him slightly. “I did, but it didn’t really make me that happy. And to be honest, the only thing I want to do with well…the only thing which I really want to do is open my own bakery. Whenever that is, but I really want to.” I told him. “While you and Yoong tour around the world, I have to stay here and only dream.”

Momentarily, silence took over our table. Until Yunho spoke again.

“You don’t necessarily have to dream.” He said. I looked up at him with a confused glance. “You don’t have to dream, you can just make it happen. I mean, Yoong and I would be more than glad to spend to get workers for your bakery and for designing, I’m pretty sure we can get Tiffany’s little help in that area. And for any other stuff you might need, Yoong and I are here. Why are you hesitating, Inna-ah?” he asked.

I chuckled a little. “Can we avoid this topic, oppa? Jebal.” I begged him. I could tell he was worried. Not just worried, very worried.

He sighed. “You’re such a difficult kid.” He said. I pouted and kicked his shin from under the table. He let out a little yelp of pain and kicked me back. He would have if I didn’t raise my legs and curled them on the chair. His foot hit the chair’s leg, causing him more pain again. I stuck my tongue out at him victoriously.

“Madame Na always wins.” I grinned at him. For a moment, I felt as if he’d jump at me and do something strange but then he reached over to my nose and pinched it lightly.

“You know…after Hae dumped you, he went after Yoong.” He said. I smiled at him. I knew he wanted to make me feel better. And it would if he had just confessed to me. But…that was something that requires a lot of courage.

“I know.”

“And after she debuted…he began dating her.”

“That also, I know.”

“And even now, he’s dating her.”

“…that. I didn’t know.”

Yunho chuckled. “You’re so emotionally strong. If I told this to Yoong, putting her in your place and you in her place, she would have started crying.” He said.

“I know.” I said and stuck my tongue out at him. We had a sticking-our-tongues-out-at-each-other battle for about ten seconds then Yunho spoke again.

“You don’t care if Hae is dating Yoong?” he asked.

I shrugged lightly. “It’s his and Yoong’s choice whom to date and whom not to. I guess I am a little off mood since she didn’t tell me herself.” I admitted truthfully.

“She did. But you were too deaf to hear.” He said. “She told you that Hae was being really nice to her. And that he was really sweet. You were too naïve to understand.” He sighed.

“I was, oppa.” I corrected him.

He looked at me with a challenging glance. “You aren’t now?”

“And besides, if I hadn’t told Yoong that I thought Donghae oppa looked good, she’d never had made me go on that blind date. And I’d never have..” I trailed off, realizing what I was saying.

“You’d never have?” Yunho pushed.

“I’d…I’d never have become as naïve as I was. So in reality, it was Yoona’s fault.” I shrugged. Then checked the clock for the time. It was already one thirty.

“Let’s go for a walk, oppa. It’s noon and the best time for cloud watching!” I said excitedly, getting up from my seat and ready to leave.

“What about Yoona?” Yunho asked.

“She’s having fun.” I said and pointed to Yoona who was dragging her feet to the cashier, very much tired.

Yunho gave me a weird smile but stood up and slung one arm over my shoulder. “You’re a mean unnie.” He said as we walked out leaving poor Yoona suffer alone.

“I am.” I said, not forgetting to turn around and stick my tongue out at my younger twin.

Yes, I was a mean unnie.

.

“And that one looks like a dandelion!” I exclaimed, pointing to one of the clouds. We were on top of my house’s roof which was the absolutely best place which Yunho and I came upon to watch the clouds.

“That one looks like you.” Yunho said, pointing to a fluffy cloud with absolutely no shape. I pouted and nudged Yunho who was cracking up.

“Your reactions haven’t changed at all.” he said.

“Well, your insults haven’t changed at all either!” I shot back.

“True, true. But, you’re used to that.” He said. I didn’t want him to hear, but I did whisper under my breath that he was also used to it.

“I heard that, little brat,” he said and poked my cheek. “By the way, about that bakery. Do you want to open one because you like to bake or because you like to eat what other people bake?” he asked me.

I rolled my eyes. “You can directly ask me whether I can bake, oppa. I’m used to your insults, if you haven’t forgotten.” I said almost sarcastically.

“Aish. You’re so much like Changmin. Direct and sarcastic. Quiet yet inquisitive. But yeah. Can you bake?” he asked.

“Of course I can. What’s the use of opening a bakery if I can’t? What, do you want me to bake for you?” I asked him. His eyes widened immediately.

“Pretty please? You know I love hugging girls from behind when they work in the kitchen but if you don’t want me to, then I’ll overcome the urge somehow and tell myself to wait until you finish and then I can eat whatever you baked and-”

“Oppa!” I laughed. “You talk so much when you want something.” I said, getting up to go down.

“You do too..” I heard him mutter defensively as he got up and followed me. I couldn’t help it. I just had to stick my tongue out at him.

.

When we got downstairs, omonim left a note saying that she and abeoji went to Incheon to fetch oppa. And that by the time they’d be back it would probably back by night and not to annoy the neighbors by shouting too much.

“Yonjin is coming back?” Yunho asked, reading the note. I shrugged as I pulled out a huge bag of flour from one of the cupboards.

“Omo..argh, oppa can you..” I muttered, pointing to the bag of flour. Yunho put the note on the table and came.

“Tell me when to stop.” He said picking the bag up and pouring it into the bowl. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Almost as soon as he started, the bowl was half full. I had to hit his arm many times to make him stop. And as I guessed, when he put it back on the counter, the floor was filled with flour.

I looked at Yunho exasperatedly. “Bwoh? You asked me to!” Yunho said defensively trying to look innocent. I shook my head and sighed.

“You define trouble. Clean it up, already.” I said, annoyed before moving out of the way. I heard him chuckle a little. If I wasn’t so annoyed, I might have actually blushed.

An hour went for him to clean up the kitchen. He had cleaned the flour in almost no time, but since I was baking for him, I made him clean every mess I made. And one thing that bothered me while I was in the kitchen was things not being in place. As soon as it has been done using, into the sink or wash it immediately and to its respective place.

Yunho was running here and there, picking up the phone, going to the door, going to buy things and running every single errand I made him. I didn’t tell him, I made him. The cake was already being baked.

Yunho was at the store to get something I told him to. Actually, I had everything. I just had to make the icing to write ‘Happy Birthday’ on the cake, and really didn’t want to do it when he was there.

But since it would take him sometime, I decided to free myself for a while. Just as I fell onto the couch, the house door opened to reveal a really messy haired Yoona.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!” she shouted. I couldn’t help but smirk evilly. “I was discovered and all your coworkers came to get my autograph. MY HAIR!” she wailed.

I laughed. “Go get a shower. And don’t come downstairs.” I told her. She gave me a questioning look. “Just trust me. I’m not going to blow up the house.” I said. Yoona was probably really tired, she didn’t protest and went to her(our) room, dragging her feet.

I looked at the clock. Three on the dot. Should I go and do it now? It would be best if I did. But I was so tired…

“Unnie, are you going to make the icing?” Yoona asked all of a sudden, appearing from behind me.

As annoyed as I was, I didn’t get angry at her. “Yeah, but too tired. And why did you come down here?” I asked her quietly.

“You had a to-do list. ‘CAKE BAKING! Make the icing now!’” Yoona narrated. I smiled and nodded. Then sighed.

“You rest for a while. I’ll make the icing.” She said.

I frowned. “But you’re tired too!”

“But it’s for the sake of my future brother in law, so I don’t really care.” She grinned.

So she was tired. And was I too. But that pushed my buttons. I stepped on her foot.

“UNNIE!”

Just then we heard a knock on the door. I shoved Yoona to the kitchen and walked over to the door. Don’t mistake, I did stick my tongue out at her even during that small time.

Yoona was making faces at me and I was doing the same at her. I didn’t even realize when I opened the door that I was still caught up in making faces at Yoong.

“Yoona?” that voice was the one thing that made me realize my childish game with Yoona. I quickly turned around to face the person at the door.

“No, it's Inna. I can't believe you still don't recognize me after these years and Donghae oppa?! You are here too?” I asked, gaping at him. He grinned.

“IM YOONA, I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU!” I shouted and without even inviting Donghae inside, dashed to the kitchen.

“Unnie, I swear I didn’t know that Don – UNNIE, DROP THE FORK- ghae oppa was coming! I would have told if – UNNIE, I’LL DROP ON MY KNEES AND KISS YOUR FEET, JUST DON’T THROW THE FOOD OUT!” Yoona shouted.

I really had no idea what I was doing. I knew I was torturing Yoona, but only that. In fact, I was enjoying it very much.

“Inna! Or Yoona! But I'm pretty sure you're Inna so, INNA!” Donghae gasped, seeming Yoona on the floor and my holding…wait, I was holding a knife?

Donghae grabbed the knife in my hand and placed it on the kitchen counter. “You were serious about murdering Yoona..” he muttered.

“No, I wasn’t. I didn’t know I was holding a knife!” I protested.

“Of course, you were too ‘tired’ weren’t you, unnie?” Yoona rolled her eyes, getting up. Suddenly, they widened. Her eyes, I mean. Yoona’s eyes widened.

“Gosh, unnie. I wonder what you did to become so tired.” She said in an overly dramatic voice. My left eye began twitching.

“Was it rough?”

“ImYoonaBeforeIGrabTheKnifeAgainSHUTUP.” I screamed at her without even having a single pause or whatsoever to separate the words. Unlike Donghae, Yoona was smart and understood what I said. Being a good girl, she shut up and got back to making the icing.

“What did you just say?” Donghae asked as he followed me to the living room. I exhaled loudly then fell onto the couch very much tired. This time for real.

I let my hair loosely fall over my shoulder and grabbed one of the pillows on the couch and sat up straight with my legs crossed on the couch. Donghae sat across from me, waiting for me to catch a breath.

“So…why didn’t you tell me about dating Yoong?” I asked him, combing my hair from my fingers. Donghae’s jaw fell onto the floor.

“You knew? You know? You-oona told?” he asked.

“First of all, her name is Yoona not Youna. And second, no. Yunho oppa told me.” I said. “And don’t go all sorry about why you broke up with me and all because I’m not in the mood.”

“But…okay, I won’t say sorry even though I am because…I sort of used you to get close to Yoona. Yoona was always close to Yunho but not that to me. When I told him that I liked her, he didn’t do anything about it. So…since you were close enough to me…” he said.

Used.

That one word made me want to strangle Donghae’s life out of him.

“When I told Yunho about what I was doing, he always yelled and me and told me to stop. But he didn’t do anything about it. And he warned me about breaking your heart. He said it would be the most regrettable thing I would ever do in my life. And I’ll be honest, it was. But…Yoona became a trainee and I forgot about you. For a while. But when I sneaked into his room…he had pictures of four of us together. The two most wanted guys and girls in school.”

I forgot about you.

Everything he said made me want to strangle him.

“I regretted it a lot. I told myself that it was Yoona that I liked and..I became a real stalker. Yunho and I became more and more distant. Then I asked her out, she hesitated. The first person whom she went to was Yunho. She only dated me because Yunho said it would be okay. I was really jealous of Yunho. I still am. All the girls whom I like would first go to him, then me.”

I heard a knock on the door, but ignored it. Yoona would go answer it.

“Even today, Yoona doesn’t know that I used you. I feel terribly guilty. I guess…since I came, I had to apologize, right?” he asked with a short smile. “But...I’m guessing you don’t want to go anywhere.” He added.

“It’s Yunho oppa’s birthday, Donghae oppa! How can I just go somewhere with you even if I wanted to?” I asked him in a tone indicating how dumb he was.

“Do you want to?” Donghae asked.

I looked at him and smiled with my lips shut tight. “With you?” I asked him.

“With Yunho.”

“…yes.”

.

“HALF OF THE STUFF HERE ARE THINGS I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO GET? DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND KOREAN?!” I shouted when Yunho arrived.

And it really was. What he had gotten included four bottle of soju, strawberry ice cream, Tango chocolate and everything else I hated.

Including Tango chocolate.

And other stuff.

Did I mention that he brought Tango chocolate which I loathed?

Oh yeah, I did.

“It’s a complete waste of money, oppa! Who’s going to eat all this?” I whined.

“Yoona can eat it.” he simply said and began to walk towards the fridge.

…THE FRIDGE!

“What are you going to do now? Eat up my fridge? No way! Not when I’m here.” I said, quickly stepping in front of the fridge so he couldn’t open it.

Yunho raised an eyebrow. “I just want to get a water bottle.” He said with what you call a partly frown plastered on his face.

I looked at him intensively. “How do you think I can trust you after this? Go to the living room, I’ll get you a water bottle.” I said and motioned towards the door with my head.

Yunho only stood there and stared. “Go already!” I said. He sighed and pinched my cheeks.

“My own best friend doesn’t trust me. I’ve been stabbed in the heart! Oh, what shall I do? How may I ever find her trust again?” he said, dramatically, as he walked towards the door. My face reddened immediately.

“YAH!” I shouted after him. It was strange how little things he did to mock me made me blush like that when Donghae had to declare to the whole school that he was dating me to get me to blush. And at that time, it was from anger, not from embarrassment.

When I came to think of it, Donghae had almost never made me blush like how Yunho always does. With an imitation of me, calling me and idiot, mocking me, or even in dramatic situations. His crazy little jokes made me blush like crazy. It was really strange..

I opened the fridge and looked at the neatly baked cake inside it. Decorated with exactly twenty six candles since he was internationally twenty six.

I hesitated on whether to take it to the living room or not. Should I? Donghae and Yoong were still in the house, they might come and interrupt and that would be…awkward.

“BOO! What’s taking you so long?” I heard Yunho shout.

Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it..

The tiny chant inside my head was useless! I couldn’t take it!

“Boo, what-” at once, I closed the fridge door and turned to Yunho who was standing at the doorway of the kitchen.

“Nothing is cold enough..” I said, quickly making up an excuse. Yunho raised an eyebrow. He walked up to me and tried to open the door, despite the fact that I was trying to make sure he couldn’t.

“Let go, Yunho!” I shouted. For the first time, I had actually forgotten to call him oppa. I didn’t even realize that, but he stepped aside when I shouted. He was really strong, denying his strength was useless. I was taking in deep breaths.

“What are you hiding, Boo?” he asked.

“Nothing! Just…get out of the kitchen!” I said, exasperatedly.

“If you aren’t hiding anything then why aren’t you letting me see what is inside the fridge?”

“Because nothing is!”

“Then let me see it!”

“NO!”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll steal whatever is in the fridge!”

Yunho remained quiet for a while. Then he made a face. “‘Because nothing is!’” he imitated me. Blood rushed to my face as fast as Yoong would run to food when she saw it.

“I did not look like that!” I shouted.

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Didn’t too!”

“DIDN’T NOT! I DIDN’T NOT LOOK LIKE THAT!” I shouted, annoyed with Yunho. He cracked up. Then I realized what I had said. “Wait…I SAID I DIDN’T! GAH, JUNG YUNHO!” I whined.

He wiped a tear and walked up to me with his million dollar smile on his face. He bent down to my eye level and pinched my nose. “Okay, you didn’t. But you did say that, didn’t you?” he asked me. I nodded, subconsciously.

“That means something is in the fridge!” he announced and before I could react, he lifted me up by grabbed my arms and hauled me on his shoulder.

“OPPA!” I screamed, but it was useless. I felt like a sack of rice on a man’s shoulder when he did that. Without a delay of even another second, he opened the fridge door.

We both remained in silence for a while. After around fifteen seconds (look, I don’t count, but I have a good sense of time :P), he put me on the floor and stared at me.

“Uh…ssaenggil chukkhamnida! Ssaengil chukkhamnida!” I began singing the happy birthday song awkwardly.

Not bragging or anything, but our family had always had a good voice. Our omonim used to coach students who wanted to become stars. Not that she was an idol. And as for Yoona. She had a nice voice, but was better of rapping than anything else. As for me, I also had a nice voice. I was a voice actress! I was bound to have a good voice.

But at that moment, my voice was cracking and I was singing totally off-key. I was embarrassed, rushed and…depressed somehow. As if I felt that he wasn’t expecting me to give him a gift.

He didn’t say anything and stared at me until I finished singing the happy birthday song, totally off-key. Without a second thought, I took the cake out of the fridge, shoved it into him (not shoved it like ruining it, just gave it to him and he held it) and ran past him to my room.

I didn’t know why, my heart was beating at a rate thousand miles per hour, my cheeks were burning as if the sun was placed next to it and I was panting as if I had run a thousand km race in just a minute.

I didn’t go to my room, I was smarter than that. Yoong and Donghae would be in my room. So instead, I dashed into our parents’ room which was totally empty. As soon as I got there, I shut the door behind me and tried to catch my breath. But how could I?

My legs were already trembling, another cause for me to fall onto the floor so easily. Why was that happening to me? Why was I so…scared?

I hadn’t confessed to Yunho. All I did was giving him a birthday cake, nothing more. Okay, I might have given him a shock but still. Why was I so scared? What was I scared of? Yunho?

What was it about him that I was scared? That he might come to find me? of course he would. He’s Jung Yunho for crying out loud, why wouldn’t he come to find me?

I knew that he would. Then what else was I scared of? What he might say?

Bingo.

That was what I was scared of. What he might say. But why?

I didn’t have either the energy or anything else to think about that question. Rather than physically, I was mentally exhausted. My head ached like there was no tomorrow.

I searched inside my parents’ closet to find a huge teddy bear inside there. A huge white one, half my height.

I picked it up, sat on my parents’ bed and hugged it. It always made me feel better. Somehow, at that moment, it only made my head ache even more.

Flashback

“Happy birthday, dumb and dumber!” Yunho exclaimed, dragging in two wrapped things behind him. Two huge wrapped things.

I glanced at Yoona. Was that our birthday present?

Behind him, Donghae came in with some smaller wrapped things.

Followed by then was Jihye with two more wrapped things.

Then came in Yonjin oppa with some other wrapped things. And from behind us, omonim and abeoji came with wrapped things.

Wow, all I’m going to see tonight is wrapped things.

They all surrounded both of us and sand happy birthday song in perfect harmony. Yoona was hugging the life out of me; it was her way of expressing her excitement. While me…I was merely smiling.

After cutting the cake, it was time for us to open the presents.

“Open mine first! MINE, MINE, MINE!” Yunho oppa shouted.

“Shut up! Open mine first, Yoong, Na-ah!” Donghae pushed him aside.

“I’m your oppa, open mine first!” Yonjin oppa pouted.

“I’M THE YOUNGEST! OPEN MINE!” Jihye also screamed.

I grinned. “I’ll open the biggest one first!” I said and reached out for Yunho’s present. Yoona took Donghae’s present first.

After some time, I had completely taken of the wrappings of Yunho’s large present. A huge white teddy bear. I glanced at him.

“Oppa, I’m sixteen. And you get me a teddy bear.” I glared at him playfully.

“It’s a special one! It can always make your head feel lighter whenever you hug it.” he said. I looked at him intensively.

“You’re just saying that because you want to take pictures of me hugging it and then use it as blackmail.” I accused him. Yunho scratched the back of his head guility.

“. I’ve been caught!” he fake gasped. I laughed and nudged him.

Putting the teddy bear by my side, I reached for omonim and abeoji’s present. They were my parents. They had to come first priority. I had no idea why I took Yunho’s present first…

Even when I opened all the presents, I stole glances at the teddy bear. It was adorable. “Yuki..” I muttered.

“What is it?” Yoona, who was sitting next to me asked. She was the only one who heard me.

“It’s white, it reminds me of winter and I love Japan. So Yuki.” I explained it to her, still looking at the teddy bear.

“Unnie, you aren’t making any..” without finishing she followed my glance towards the teddy bear. “I thought you didn’t like it. Too childish. And you accused Yunho oppa of using it to make blackmail evidence.” She said.

Yunho wouldn’t need any blackmail evidence, he already knows everything about me, I wanted to tell Yoona. But I didn’t. Instead I turned to her and smiled.

“I like childish things. And since it’s from Yunho oppa, I like it more.” I told her. She looked taken aback for a moment then smiled too.

“What Yunho oppa gives is precious to you, isn’t it, unnie?” she asked.

“What he gives me is the most precious to me.”

All that time, I had a feeling that someone else was also listening to me. But it couldn’t have been. It was karaoke time and no one would have heard if they hadn’t listened really attentively. And I doubted anyone would pay that much attention to a conversation between me and Yoona about a teddy bear.

Flashback end

“Yuki-ah…Yunho oppa said you would make me feel better. But why is it that right now, the memories you bring is making my head ache?” I asked the soft toy. “If Yunho oppa sees me like this, he’ll call me dumb again. Talking to something that cannot talk back. Like the tree. He’s mock me and pretend to be you and talk back to me.” I muttered.

“But…why do I miss it when he doesn’t do that?” I kept asking the bear, although they were questions I should ask myself. Questions I had no answer to.

I heard the door slightly open. “Boo..” that one word which came made me cling onto Yuki even harder.

“..mianhae for running away like that..” I muttered, still not letting go of Yuki. “But so many things came to my mind at that time…I didn’t know what to do.” I said. The sound of the closing of the room door echoed inside the four walls of the room. The next thing I knew, Yunho oppa was kneeling beside the bed.

“Mianhae..” I muttered, tears forming in my eyes. “For everything. It was all my stupid fault. If I hadn’t been stupid. If I hadn’t met you when I did. If I hadn’t gotten close to you as I did. If I hadn’t made you fall in love with me as I did. If I hadn’t dated Donghae as I did. If I hadn’t broken your heart as I did. If I hadn’t ended up breaking my heart as I did. If I hadn’t gotten over him as I did. If I hadn’t thought of you as only a friend. If..” I couldn’t help it. I burst into tears, every single tear being absorbed into Yuki’s soft white artificial fur.

“Mianhae…for everything, oppa. I was too blind to realize that you were giving it all to stop Donghae oppa from taking advantage of me. Only you couldn’t. Mianhae for making you blame everything on yourself. I thought…I thought that we’d never be for each other. So I didn’t try. When you were in love with me, I merely loved you. Now when I might be in love with you…you simply love me. And Donghae oppa is with Yoong. Fate is messing with my life, isn’t it, oppa?”

All I could do was cry. Yunho oppa didn’t say anything, but looked at me as I cried.

“Now you’re going to insult me. About being a crybaby. Ironically, I miss it when you don’t insult me. So go on.” I said, sniffling, lifting my face from the teddy bear.

Yunho oppa’s hand reached over to my face and wiped the tears away gently. “Ironically, I wasn’t going to insult you.” He said softly.

“You were going to mock me.”

“I was merely thinking how a person could appear so angelic when she cries.” His words caught me by surprise, as I looked into his eyes.

It was the first time I found them so alluring. A small smile twitched onto his lips.

“Who said I am not in love with you? I’ve always been in that pit. Since I first met you. Now stop blaming yourself on this.” He said and wiped my other tears away. I only stared at him.

“And by the way, that was a good way of luring someone into a romantic confession. Two thumbs up. Four, including my feet. You should become a scriptwriter! Or work as a baker and part time scriptwriter. Damn, I’ll play the lead in every single story you write!” he said.

I couldn’t help it. I slapped him. “As much as I love you, I really think something is wrong with your brain..” I muttered under my breath.

“You love me?” he asked, cheekily.

“I just said so.” I shot back at him, annoyed.

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“That you love me.”

“Why?”

“Just do it!” his insistence was way over the top. I sighed.

“I love you.” I said and as soon as the words escaped my lips, I felt one more pair on them. My eyes momentarily widened, but then with came to an ease and slowly closed.

After some times, Yunho oppa moved away. Not too far, our faces and lips were millimiters apart if not less.

“I love you, Jung Yunho oppa..” I muttered.

“I love you too, Im Inna-boo..” he whispered and softly pressed his lips on mine again.

Moments passed like that before we separated again. This time, he had no intention of kissing me again. he grinned.

“Let’s go down! We still have my birthday to celebrate! And the candles on the cake aren’t even lit!” he pouted and took out the cake I had baked for him.

I laughed and put Yuki aside. Yunho oppa stood up and offered me his hand. Laughing, I took it.

I can’t say I didn’t expect it. As soon as his hand and mine made contact, he put the cake on the bed and tossed me over his shoulder again as if I were a mere soft. I let out a quiet squeal as he did so. Then he picked up the cake.

“Jung Yunho and Im Inna! Celebration of Jung Yunho’s twenty sixth birthday! COMMENCE!” he shouted in a military like way.

I laughed. “You’re an ahjusshi now! You should join the military!” I said, pinching his cheek. He pouted cutely.

“If I’m an ahjusshi, you’re an ahjumma! And we’re going to grow old together with you picking my gray hair and cooking for me and..”

I let my head come to ease from how alert it was after the sudden hauling and all. I didn’t mind living in Yunho oppa’s fairytale. Picking his gray hair, huh?

As long as I’m by his side…I didn’t care.

In fact, I wanted to live in his fairytale. Because I knew that if I was living in his fairytale, both of us would definitely be together and both of us would definitely be happy.