It was at least 5 years since they last saw each other. They played everything perfectly. Everything was just the past. They were two different people now. They were idols.

A 15 year old Nicole sat the practice room over looking other trainees dance. Nicole wiped her sweat off, "So tiring.." Nicole stated in English.

Suddenly Nicole's phone went off. The dance trainer looked at her angryily. "Jung YongJoo!"

Nicole hurriedly tried to turn off her phone. "Sorry-" Nicole started off banmal(informal). "Ah! I'm sorry.." Nicole bit her lip.

After getting scolded by the dance teacher, the training session was extended by 2 hours because of Nicole's phone. Nicole walked out of the building and checked through her phone, "Whoever texted me better have a good explan-" She stopped and smiled.

From: Howon

Sent: 2006.03.15 13:35

Yahh... I'm so tired.. The teacher had me stay in longer....

The price of being the best dancer..

You have a pretty good boyfriend, Jung Yong Joo. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

From: Nicole

Sent: 2006.03.15 21:11

Bwo? Best dancer my ! Probably because you

needed more practice.. I'm tired too! ㅠ ㅠ

Nicole closed her phone after replying. 'I wonder if he's still practicing' Nicole thought. After a few minutes of pondering, Nicole decided to stop by the dance studio he always practiced in and also carrying a bag full of snacks. She headed down the stairs only to find the lights turned off, "I guess not."

"BOO!"

"AHH!" Nicole screamed dropping the bag and elbowing the person who grabbed her back. "Who are you!" Nicole demanded and quickly made her way to the light switch to turn on. She the lights only to find Howon arching forward groaning in pain.

"Ahh..Oww.." Howon was massaging his rib cage. "Y-yah."

"M-Mian..." Nicole scratched her head trying to figure how to console him.

Her elbow was sharper than Howon thought. Howon's chest still had some pain after. Nicole looked throught the first aid kit while both of them sat on the floor of the dance studio. "I don't know why you had to do that. You even turned off the lights.."

"I was gonna leave but then you came. You just had to come down the stair all cute and innocent. I couldn't help scaring you." Howon boyishly raised his eyebrows at Nicole.

"Ahh, is so it was like that, Ho-yah.." Nicole always called Howon that nickname. She heard his mom call him that during middle school and one day she kept calling him Ho-yah.

"Yes, it is like that, Cole-ah."

Nicole found the heat patch. She took off the paper, revealing the sticky part of the patch. Howon began to lift up his shirt, "You can put it on yourself." She kept pushing the heat patch to his hands.

He gaped at her, "Aww, waee!!!"

"You have hands." Nicole mischievously stuck her tongue out at him and smiled at the same time.

He took the heat patch from her hands and started to apply it on himself. Suddenly he stopped, "I can't reach this one...."

Nicole rolled her eyes and took it from him. She placed her hand on his back trying to precisely put on the heat pack on