“Calling me out to eat today? How strange. Usually, you’re ranting about how you hate me and how you wish that I would just get away from me. Little sis, don’t you always talk about how I’m bugging you and annoying you? Something happen today? Because this is the first time in the history of our lifetime that you’ve actually picked up your phone and bothered to invite me out for lunch. Although, of course, being your seriously charming and irresistible older brother, ignoring me is virtually impossible.”  

He chuckled, and I frowned at him.

“Yunho, just shut up, and eat your ramen.”

Yunho grinned at me and grabbed his cup of tea, drinking it down thirstily. Still glaring at him, I took my chopsticks and dug into the bowl of noodles. The steam was warm, unlike the chilly outdoors, and as I took a bite, the spiciness tore away at my tongue. Tears flooded my eyes, but when I wiped them off, they came back.

He really didn’t come.

Maybe he just didn’t remember.

No, he purposely didn’t come. Maybe he has another girlfriend.

“Is it that spicy?” Yunho looked at me worriedly, taking his hand and touching my cheek gently. I flinched as I remembered. He used to do that all the time to me.

“Why don’t you try it?” I snapped at him, pushing the bowl towards him. He shrugged, and took his fork and tried some. His face suddenly puckered up, and he took a painful swallow, before coughing. “Holy -” He laughed, and pushed it back towards me. Grabbing his cup of tea again, he downed the whole thing in a matter of minutes. “It’s like eating a bunch of chilli peppers all at once. How did you manage to eat so much already?” 

I smiled at him. Yunho always tried his best to lighten up the atmosphere.

“Yeah, well, you never did like spicy.”

“You either. What’s gotten into you today? You don’t even eat kimchi when we go to haraboji’s house-you say that it’s too salty and spicy, even though she only makes the mild flavour.

Is something…wrong?”

His eyes stared into mine, and I already knew that I’d been found out. But I decided to see how long I could keep him guessing. Why did I need to get Jaejoong into any more trouble than he already was in? And Yunho would become under stress, hearing that I was feeling hurt, and he’d already had to carry the burden of my parent’s death with him. It was unfair, that all these good people, had to be restricted by me.

“No. I’m just feeling kind of tired. Burn-out, maybe, from the vacation?”

“_________, the vacation was almost a week ago.”

“Well, I’m just not feeling like myself lately.”

“That bastard.”

Yunho hissed, and I knew that he’d already put the pieces together. He was intelligent and a thinker, which was why he was put as the leader of DBSK, but sometimes I wish that he would be a little more naïve. Because that way, he couldn’t find out about me, and find out what I was hiding.

“Yunho, seriously, it’s not him.”

“It’s obviously him. He stood you up today, right? How long? How damn long were you waiting for, _______? Why did you wait? Why didn’t you go home? He didn't call you, did he? Knowing you, you must have waited for hours. I told you that he was an idiot, a jerk-”

I was about to tell him that Jaejoong was just busy, when a roar suddenly came from the back of the restaurant. 

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