I woke the next morning—and after carefully changing silently—headed out before the bus leaves.

I arrived at SM Building (Oh, how I dreaded that place.), and walked so carelessly that I ran into a pillar!

I clenched my eyes, “Ow, ow,” and carried on mumbling about the pain and how my head was practically throbbing.

Someone crouched down and I looked into a pair of bright, round eyes that showed the look of concern. “Are you OK?”

Heechul—the Kim Heechul—asked me held out his hand that I was suppressing hard not to slap away when another voice popped in.

“Clumsy as usual, ay, Riki?”

I looked up to see Kyuhyun’s trademark smirk and beady eyes staring down at me. I was too distracted to even skip away when Heechul grabbed my arm and brought me on my feet.

“Shut up,” I finally snapped at Kyu.

The pain on my forehead was throbbing. It was just like how I had expected. Every time I enter that darn building I become accident-prone.

SM hates me, I thought to myself while touching my forehead, hoping to soothe down the burn. At least hoping it wouldn’t bruise.

I mumbled a bit and then walked off to where Yesung was waiting for me. He sat in his chair in the studio and I was pleased to see Henry there as well. At least things wouldn’t be as bad. Not saying I didn’t like the Turtle head, but Henry made me feel more relaxed than anyone else, other than Kyuhyun.

Speaking of that dork, I gruffed, he still hasn’t repaid me for missing out on my birthdays for the past years. Not to mention that my birthday’s

“I’m starved,” said Henry, breaking my thoughts. “How about we go grab a bite later? Erika, wanna come?”

My stomach rumbled, making me realize that I hadn’t had breakfast.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, trying not to laugh. “How ‘bout we go over to your place, Yesung?”

Both Yesung and I stopped him at once. “NO!”

Henry looked at us as if he had said something that was a sin.

“I mean—” I tried to cover it up. “I’m not that hungry.”

Truth is I’ll be working a double shift at the café, and I don’t think I’d like it if he finds out, I thought to myself.

“I just remembered,” Yesung stammered. “I’m not that hungry.” He eyed me. “Plus, I have something to do.”

“Yeah,” I nodded eagerly and grabbed the handle of Yesung’s guitar that was safely packed inside its case. “Me, too.”

The two of us sped out from the studio as fast as we could before Henry could question anything. There was a few hours left before Super Junior’s live concert in town, and Yesung still had the few hours to bug me as my master.

He made me carry his bag, his jacket, and not to mention I was already carrying his jacket. But then Kyuhyun strode along the hallways of the building and gave me a smirk.

“Having fun?” he asked me. I shot him a pitiful, fake smile. He turned to Yesung. “Yesung-ah,” he called out. By the look on his face I could tell that something unpleasant was going to happen. “How about we all celebrate after the concert at Handle & Gretel?”

There it goes. The bombshell had dropped right on top of me.

Yesung hesitated as he glanced down at me.

Right! Yesung wouldn’t agree to it! I thought happily.

But then my happy