Ella POV:

"Oppa?" I said into the phone.

"Yeah. You're in Korea, right?" he said.

"Yup.  How did you know?" I asked.

"A little pigeon told me," he laughed.

"Haha.  Kim Kibum, you are one interesting person," I said.

"I told you ever since we were five to call me Key!" he exclaimed.

"But Kibum's your real name," I said.

"Kibum's such a common name.  Key is better," he said.

"Well oppa, I didn't know that you had my phone number," I said.

"Kevin told me," he sang.

"Of course," I said.

"Meet me by that fountain," he said.

"OK," I said.

"Bye jagiya!" he said before hanging up.

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Dongho POV:

I wonder who that was...

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Ella POV:

"Hey Dongho, I'm going out," I said and stood up.

"What? And with who?" he asked.

"No...I meant I'm going to go somewhere right now..." I said.

"Oh...well...have fun!" he exclaimed.

I just laughed and walked out.  I grabbed my jacket from the kitchen counter and opened the door.  I stepped outside, and felt the cold Seoul breeze rush through my hair.  I remembered the first time I met Kibum.

5-years-old

"Ow!" I was running and tripped.  My knee was bleeding.

I remember walking toward the fountain glumly and sitting down, forgetting about my bloody knee.

"Hey...are you okay?" another little boy came up to me.

"Neh," I said, but I was lying.  Because it hurt really bad.

"Here," he gave me a band-aid from his pokemon backpack.

"Thank you," I bowed.  I wiped up the blood and put the band-aid on.

"What's your name? Mine's is Kibum.  But call me Key," he said.

"Thank you Kibum," I said.

"You're weird.  Let's hang out," he grabbed my hand and we went walking in the park.

8-years-old

"When we're older, we should get married!" Kibum exclaimed.

We were in his room, drawing and watching television for the day.

"Really?" I said back.

"Neh.  So my new nickname for you is jagiya~" he sang.

I laughed and clapped.

That's how Kibum and I are best friends.  We actually had another friend named Hoonmin, but he moved away and we never heard from him.

I know that Kibum is famous.  We were really close, and then he tried out for S.M. Entertainment.  I lost contact with him for a while.  Then, he debuted, and we started talking on the phone and through video chat because I was already back in the States.

You must be wondering, didn't you grow up in the United States?  I was born in the United States, that's true.  But I went to live with my aunt and uncle in Korea (when I was 5) for 6 years.  My parents said that I should learn Korean, so they let me stay with my aunt and uncle.  But when I turned 11, I had to go back to the United States, leaving everything here behind.

"Ella!!!" someone was yelling as I stepped into the park.

"Hi Kibum," I waved.

"I told you to call me Key," he pouted.

"That again?" I laughed.

"Yeah..." he smiled.

"Well, I haven't seen you in person for a long time, and the first thing you say is: I told you to call me Key?" I laughed again.

"So, how have you been," he slung his arm across my shoulders and we started walking.

"Fine.  How's SHINee?" I asked.

"We're cool," he said.  "Everyone loves us," he smiled.

"Don't get so stuck up there Mr. Kibum," I laughed.

"You live with UKISS then?" he changed the subject. 

"Yeah.  It's pretty intense," I sighed.

"Omo. Does my jagiya want to live with SHINee instead?" he asked.

"No. I would miss my UKISS oppas too much," I admitted.

"Awww, that's so sweet," he laughed.

"So...what should we do today?" I asked, staring up at the sky.

"I don't know.  Do you want to visit SHINee?" he replied.

I thought about it, and shook my head.

"Why not? We don't bite...well...Jonghyun might, but that's not the point," Key said.

"I don't know. I guess we could..." I said.  The reason that I didn't want to visit SHINee was because they might be erted like Dongho or the Super Junior oppas.

"Yay!  Let's go," he grabbed my hand and we went walking.

"So Kibum oppa, I noticed that you still call me jagiya," I said as we were walking.

"It's a habit," he said.

"Remember when we were eight?" I laughed.

"Yeah.  I said that we would marry," he smiled.

"That was so long ago," I sighed.

"I'm getting old," he muttered.

"Where are we going oppa? Aren't we going to your dorm?" I asked.

"Nah.  We have dance practice soon." he replied.