Chapter 1   “There!”   Donghae took one step back and stared cheerfully at the painting he had just hung up. Kyuhyun, on the other hand, stared at the flower-painting with slight disgust in his eyes.   They were living in their new house for two weeks now, and the decorating was finally done. Donghae insisted on the flower-painting, because Kyuhyun had put up a World Of Warcraft poster in the living room. Both of them wanted a saying in how the house would end up looking, and this resulted in both of their styles combined all through the house.   “We should never invite people over,” Kyuhyun stated matter-of-factly, as he looked through the living room which looked... Well, let’s just say it looked different than any other normal living room.   Donghae made an agreeing sound in reply, but Kyuhyun could tell he didn’t even know what he was agreeing on. As he turned away from the painting towards Donghae, he found Donghae staring distracted out of the window.   “The new neighbors arrived,” Donghae mumbled, still staring outside. Just one day after the old lady had died, her house was put for sale. And just one week later, so a week ago, the sign in the yard changed from ‘for sale’ to ‘sold’.   “I hope they are below the average age of this square,” Kyuhyun smartly responded, walking towards Donghae, only to see a large pantechnicon van stopping in front of the house next to theirs.   Kyuhyun and Donghae’s house was on a small square. There were eight freestanding houses, and, them excluded, all the residents were at least 80+. It's not that they dislike elderly people, quite the opposite actually, but it would be nice to have some people of their own age living close by.   As soon as Donghae saw black hair jumping out of the van, instead of gray, he let out a sigh of relief.   “Should we go say hi?” Donghae eagerly pronounced.   “Let them unpack the van first, they aren’t going anywhere.”   Kyuhyun was less eager to meet the new neighbors than Donghae was. Donghae needed many people around him, Kyuhyun on the other hand was fine with just a few good friends. Sure, it was nice to have some younger people living in the same street, so that he could talk to them about other things than how h