[May 2010]

[Mi Sun POV]

“Oh! Jiyong oppa! You never told me you had a girlfriend.” Jiyoung squeals.

“You never asked.” Jiyong grits through his teeth again. Still, Jiyoung is oblivious to his attitude.

Jiyoung sighs and pouts. “Well since Daesung oppa isn’t here, I might as well go.” She then turns to me. “I hope we can get close and have some girl time together.” She winks at me, any signs of irritation from before all gone. She turns and walks back to her car.

Jiyong and I stand at the doorstep, waiting for her to leave. Once her car was out of sight, I shake Jiyong’s arm off. He closes the front door while I walk off into the kitchen, perplexed and a little angry. I hear him follow me.

“Mi Sun, I—“

“What was that all about?” I cut him off, whirling around to look at him.

“Let me ex—“

“Explain? Sure, go for it. I’m all—“

He places his hand over my mouth. “Shut up, will you?” He smiles. “Hear me out. Just think about it, Jiyoung was looking for Daesung.”

I take his hand away. “So? What does that have to do with you and your lie?”

He rolls his eyes. “If Jiyoung finds out that you’re actually living with Daesung, she’ll go insane.”

“So?” I repeat. “Why would she feel that way? Isn’t Jiyoung Daesung’s sister?” Jiyong bites his lip. “Isn’t she?” I ask, my voice a little higher.

“Jiyoung really likes Daesung. I mean, really likes him.” He eventually says. I stare at him. So, Jiyoung isn’t Daesung’s sister. Hell, it’s more than that. Jiyoung is in love with him. “Come on. I bet the other two are anxious why we haven’t brought out their milk.” Jiyong interrupts my thoughts. He grabs the cups and looks at me, waiting for me to come along.

I smile. “I bet they ate all the cookies there. I’m going to get more for them. You go ahead.” Jiyong seemed to hesitate a bit before he went off to the backyard alone. I grab the whole box of cookies this time and I make my way to the backyard.

I mentally wince as I remember the scene Daesung and I had just yesterday. It doesn’t feel like it was yesterday. It feels like it’s been weeks. I bite my lip. I shouldn’t have brought that kiss up. Now, I have that longing… I shake my head and smile at the boys.

“Took you long enough. Milk always needs its cookies.” Seungri says, diving for the box in my hands. YoungBae, who was silent, quickly snatches the box from my hands and sticks his tongue out at Seungri.

YoungBae takes a handful of cookies in his hands and tosses the box over to Jiyong, who catches it cleanly. Seungri pouts the whole time.

“Give the maknae some, will you? He’s going to burst soon.” I laugh. The two finally throw the box over to Seungri, who happily munches on the treats.

The boys stay with me the rest of the day until Daesung came home with Seunghyun around 8 p.m. I was actually glad the boys came over. It didn’t seem so boring once they came. Daesung enfolds me in a hug. I’m suddenly reminded of Jiyoung. I bite my lip and hug him back, but pull away swiftly. Daesung gives me weird look then turns to the others.

“Why don’t you guys eat here?” He addresses them.

“Fine with us.” Seunghyun answers.

“Oh yeah!” I exclaim. I run to the kitchen and pull out numerous dishes. I forgot I cooked in the morning. Since I was bored, I figured I should cook. I unwrap all the dishes and heat them up a little in the microwave.

“What are you doing?” Daesung comes in the kitchen. He hugs me from behind and kisses my cheek. I freeze as my whole body tingles. Damn, why did he have to do that?

“I cooked a lot of food this morning. I’m sorry about using almost everything in the fridge. I’ll go out and buy some more later.” I say, trying to be nonchalant.

Daesung laughs, obviously seeing through my act. “Thank you. I’ll set the table up then.” He then kisses my shoulder and pulls away from me. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I didn’t dare turn around as I hear Daesung taking out the plates and cups.

I busy myself with setting up the foods into the bowls. I hear him walk out. After everything was set, I lean against the counter and let out a big sigh. Has Daesung forgotten that I’m nothing, but a friend? I flinch as a memory of last night comes into my mind. We did kiss, and I must say, it was one hell of a big and long kiss. My hand instinctively goes up to touch my lips.

His lips were so soft, so familiar. With that in mind, that strange image goes back up. Should I even call it an image? I’m pretty sure it was a memory.

But when did I even experience that? Let alone experience it with Daesung?