-Sehun’s POV-   “Look who decided to show up,” I said when Aerin walked into the house, wearing a ridiculously calm expression that gave away her giddiness. She looked like she was in a daze or something. I wonder where she went with Chan Yeol hyung which caused her not to make it in time to see the others off. On top of that, it made me speculate about what they did.    Aerin glanced at the grandfather clock at the corner of the living room. “Oh my, is that the time?!” she exclaimed. I detected more gaiety in her tone.    I nodded slowly. “Yeah. Nine twenty. You hungry, princess?”   “Starving!” she said, smiling toothily at me then went to the kitchen. Who was this person and what had she done to Kwon Aerin? Her weird countenance was quite unsettling. This should be interesting.   I tossed the magazine I was reading on top of the glass table then followed her to the kitchen. When I got there, she was filling two glasses with some raspberry juice. She then turned towards the refrigerator then back to the counter. She looked like she was whirling around the kitchen as if she was in some musical. She then handed me the other glass of juice, frowning a bit when she noticed how I was looking at her.   “Did you eat dinner?” she asked me then took the question back. “Uh-uh. Why are you looking at me that way?” She narrowed her eyes at me, looking above the rim of her glass as she took a swig out of her juice.   I didn’t want to answer her second question so I went with the first one. “I decided to wait for you so, no, I haven’t had dinner,” I answered, but she didn’t let me off the hook. She stared at me sternly, wearing a wicked smile. I shrugged. “How was I looking at you, like this?” I arched a brow at her then crossed my eyes. It made her laugh and I joined in.   She smacked me on the arm. “Never make those faces again.”   I smirked at her. “I made you laugh.” I reached over and pinched her on the cheeks. “The princess is so adorable~!”   She gently removed my hands from her face. “I’m making supper.”   “What are we making?” I asked, placing both hands on either of her shoulders as I tailed her to the cupboard where the supplies were stored.   She glanced at me. “We?”    I nodded, lowering my hands around her waist then leaned my chin on her shoulder. “Yeah. We. What are we making? Babies?”   She shrugged her shoulders then yanked my hands away from her. “I don’t eat babies for supper and I’m too young. I’m only eighteen for crying out loud.” She sighed then faced me. “Stop acting like that. It’s high time you realized that.”   I scratched the back of my head. “Realized what?” I asked.   She turned her back on me, reaching for the cupboard door above her. I watched as she took out a box of microwavable veggies, slammed the door close then took out a bag of frozen chicken nuggets out of the fridge. She then took four, oversized potatoes, sloshed them with water, wrapped them with foil then shoved them inside the oven. I guess we were having baked potatoes.   “Hey, princess, I asked you a question,” I said, feeling impatient.   “Sehun-ah, you can’t keep doing this to me then act as if nothing’s going on. Stop it, alright?”   I chuckled. She looked so serious. “Why should I?”   She pouted, but the room remained tensionless. She was still in a good mood. “It’s confusing me.”   “What is confusing you?” I asked her. So now she was feeling it, too, whatever it is? And I thought you were as numb as a potato.   Aerin let out a whoosh of air then dipped the bag of frozen stuff into the basin to thaw. “I don’t know which of those gestures to consider ‘sweet Hunnie’ and ‘erted Hunnie’.”    I made a face. “Sweet? erted…Hunnie?” I repeated. “What’s that all about?”   She looked at the floor thoughtfully then looked up at me. “How would I explain that…Hmm…”   “How do you classify that moment by the piano?” I asked her. I was definitely not being a ert earlier. I’d definitely pummel her on the head if she says otherwise.   Aerin smiled sweetly. It was a rare treat. She then chuckled. “That’s you being sweet, whereas kissing me and touching me where you’re not supposed to out of the blue would be your twisted, green mind talking.”   I burst out laughing after she said that. I couldn’t believe she spends time classifying my every action around her. It was so not her. She’s just not the type. Well, on the other hand, why wouldn’t she? If she was a normal girl, whom she wasn’t, she’d also over-analyze things and feel weird about it. I thought she’d never consider the thought. It never crossed my mind that she actually entertained the idea.   “What?” she asked, pouting.   “Nothing, princess, just confused why you’re suddenly acting like a normal teenage girl with warm-fussies instead of the Kwon Aerin who acted all cold and indestructible.”   “Is that bad?” she demanded, rolling her eyes at me.   “I didn’t say that, but I liked you better that way.” Then it hit me. “What brought about the change, Chan Yeol hyung?”   Her face turned several shades of red then she slowly paled as if her blood was slowly draining out of her head. She turned her back on me again then busied herself wi