*Rebecca’s POV*

We spent the next few weeks doing various activities, going on dates, and bonding like one big family. We visited Carolyn every other day –Taemin everyday- until she was well enough to come back to the mansion. She was in a wheelchair, but at least she was home. Taemin set up the downstairs bedroom for her so she wouldn’t have to worry about the stairs. Time escaped us, and a sad reality seemed to wash over the mansion. There was only one week left. One week until this dream had to come to an end. But, all things must come to an end, ne?

“Who wants to go swimming?” Minho asked excitedly.

“Me!” shouted Nicole. We all stared at her, surprised by her excitement. “Hey, a girl’s gotta cool down somehow,” she shrugged.

“I’ll sit out on this one guys,” said Taemin. “Carolyn and I are going to take a walk through the garden.”

Carolyn smiled graciously at her boyfriend as he walked over to his position behind her wheelchair and rolled her down the ramp toward the garden.

“Well Key was actually going to teach me the dance to ‘Gee’,” Brianna blushed.

We looked over to Key, only to see him smiling proudly, “I know that dance better than SNSD themselves! You’ll be a pro by the end of the week!”

“Well, that is all we have left,” Brianna answered, a gloomy feeling falling over the previously happy patio area.

“Come on yebo; let’s go,” Key offered Brianna his hand and she took it. They walked into the mansion, Key with one arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“Well since Jonghyun and Annie are out, it looks like it’s just you, me, Nicole and… hey, where’s Onew?” Minho asked.

“I’ll go find him,” I said getting up. “I’m sure he’d love to go swimming too!”

I hurried into the mansion and checked the downstairs first. I found Brianna and Key in the family room, ‘Gee’ cranking over the stereo system. They said they hadn’t seen Onew. I continued my search upstairs, starting with his room.

“Onew?” I called as I cracked open the door and peaked inside. “Onew?” I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. Now where could this boy have gone?

Suddenly something caught my ear. I listened closely and what I heard surprised me. It was Onew’s voice. He was singing along with a piano and it sounded quite lovely. The weird thing was, it seemed as if the sound was coming from the walls… no; overhead?

“Onew?” I called again, more cautiously this time.

I looked around the room until my eyes finally rested on the bookcase. It was pulled away from the wall, and instead of brick behind it, there was a large hole. Actually, it was more of a doorway, just like in the movies.

I made my way toward the bookcase, Onew’s voice and piano playing becoming more audible the closer I got. Pulling the bookcase a little further from the wall, I slipped behind it and through the doorway. I was immediately greeted by a brick wall. However, I turned to my left to see a set of old, wooden stairs leading upwards. I ascended the stairs cautiously, but stopped when I was almost to the top and just listened.

(This is the song he was singing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQUpR2UjBnA).

I sat on the hardwood steps with my eyes closed, swaying to the music. It was as if he was spilling out his heart through words. Even though I didn’t speak Korean, I somehow understood what he was saying. The desperation in his voice; the meaning of each word; it was all so passionate. A tear slowly made its way down my cheek.

*Onew’s POV*

I thought many things as I sang that song. Rebecca and I would be parting soon. The girl who brought me a kind of happiness I’d never experienced before. I’d never been in love like this. It felt like every part of my body was shutting down; begging to stay with her. My heart cried with the song. I could barely finish due to the tears stinging at my eyes. When the song finally came to a finish, so did the holding back of my tears. I rested my arms on the top of the piano and put my face in my arms, letting the tears slip out of my brown, almond eyes, one by one.

“Oppa?”

I froze at the sound and quickly wiped my tears away the best I could before turning to face Rebecca.

“How did you find me?” I asked, trying to sound like I totally hadn’t just been crying.

“I came into your room looking for… for you… and I…,” she began to shake her head back and forth slowly. I could see her eyes beginning to gloss over. “Oh oppa!” she cried, running toward me.

I embraced her tightly as tears fell out of her eyes like a waterfall. We sat on opposite sides of the piano bench, but I released her quickly and slipped around to face the same way. As soon as I got back around we clung to each to each other again.

“Oppa,” she pulled away to look into my eyes. “I’m going to m-m-miss you so… much,” she squeaked the last word out.

Don’t cry Onew. Be strong for her. Don’t…

It was too late. My tears escaped my eyes. We cried together in the hidden music room, surrounded by dusty instruments and disorganized sheet music. Sunlight streamed in through two small windows that were on the back wall overlooking the garden. The rays illuminated every dust particle in their path.

*Achoo!* Rebecca sneezed cutely.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “Allergies.”

“No need to be sorry yebo,” I smiled.

“Oh, see there you go again,” she pulled away from me and walked over to one of the windows.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“You’re so sweet and just… just perfect! I don’t want to say goodbye. I know I’m eight years younger than you and this is a crazy match but, I’ve never met someone like you. You’re the kind of guy I thought only existed in dreams and fairytales. Yet here you are, in all your perfection and I have to lose you.”

“Rebecca,” I said softly, getting up and walking over to her. I tried to hug her, but she stopped me.

“No oppa. If you hug me, it’s only going to make me love you more. I have to start letting go.”

“No you don’t,” I whispered. “I know we’re going to be apart for a little while. Things will be tough, but I want to stick with you through it all. We’ve already conquered so many problems together; age, language, plain out shyness; distance is just another bump in the road. Don't you dare start to let go now.”

“But, I still have three more years of school! Even after I get out of school, I can’t immediately just fly over to South Korea and desert my family. I’d need more time. By then you could already have a family. You could be happily married-,”

“I don’t want a family, Rebecca. Not with anyone but you. I’ll wait forever if I have to. Even if I’m old and wrinkly sitting in a nursing home, I promise you this: I will wait for you.”

“Jinki,” she brushed a hand across my cheek and I put my hand of top of it, closing my eyes at her touch. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve the world.”

“You could do so much better than me.”

“You are perfect.”

“Why did you choose me?”

“Because; I love you.”

She slipped into my arms as our lips locked, joined by salty tears.