I walked to my locker, counting down to my number. Curse these red lockers with Hangul numbers and all these stuff T_T I frowned as I kicked some scrunched up paper balls and started to unlock my locker when-

“YUMI!” *OOFFTTT!~*

“Ow- you stupid Fish-” I was about to move my head when out lips hit each others. Slightly…. My cheeks burned and I pushed him off with all my might, “YOU STUPID FISH! WILL YOU MIND WHERE YOU ARE GOING FOR ONCE?!” I screeched as I wiped my lips even though we only touched lips SLIGHTLY. |><| ß like that. Get the picture?! Eww~ disgusting! EW! EW! EW! EW!

“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” he apologized many times. “Didn’t’t mean to- I was running to hug you-”

“Why was you going to hug me?” I snapped, “You do know I would just push you off you retard of a fish.”

“Just a moment. Just a moment.” he mumbled.

“Yes, I a moment of madness!” I screeched, “My hurts now~”

“Sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“SHUT UP HYUNG!” I whacked him around the head.

“Yah, why are you two on the floor?” we both looked up to see The Gamer and Monkey grinning at us cheekily. “Is everything alright? Or are we ruining some sort of moment here?”

“You are not ruining anything. There is no moment what so ever and I am on the floor because of this fish who tackled me to the floor!” I screeched and got up as fast as I can, hearing something go ‘THWONK’ in my bag.

“I didn’t tackle you! I tried to hug you.” The Fish pouted. God, stop with the pouting you damn cute fish- wait did I just say cute fish? I meant stupid fish! I pulled up my bag and retrieved the sweet turtle out of the book filled bag and carried it carefully with one hand.

“Can someone take the turtle home to Yesung?” I asked, “I haven’t seen him at all for the rest of the day-”

“Oh, Yesung hyung went home for some reason.” Monkey shrugged.

“Yeah, he probably got beaten up by his little brother.” The Gamer sniggered and turned to me, “You take it home. I am not holding a stinking turtle nor will I do a favour for a girl like you.”

“Well, I don’t know where the hell he lives!” I snapped.

“You’re on your own then, freak.” The Gamer winked at me and stalked off.

“Come on Fishy Hae, let’s go home early.” Monkey started to pull The Fish away from me.

“HEY! COME BACK! I DON’T KNOW WHERE HYUNG LIVES!” I yelled frantically but they weren’t listening and soon they disappeared around the corner of the school. Damn, I hate that fish and that monkey and I definitely loathe that stupid GAMER!

“Are you talking about Yesung hyung, Yumi-shiie?” someone asked me from behind. I twisted around and saw Ryeowook smiling brightly at me. Aww, Wookie hyung.

“Urr… Yeah, I still have his stupid turtle and I need to take it home but I don’t know where the hell he lives-”

“I can take you there. I’m on my way there now actually.” he said.

“But it’s lunch time. We can’t go out of school-” I started.

“Oh well… I’m sure Siwon hyung will cover for us.” Ryeowook murmured, “Let’s go, I don’t have any lessons after lunch anyway.” I let Ryeowook lead me out of the school normally like we were going home, a teacher looking at us as he walked out of the school car park and out of the huge school gates.

“Do you know why Yesung hyung hasn’t come back to school?” I asked. I was sort of worried. But I don’t know why I was worried. Why would I be worried about him? Urgh…

“He told me he beat up his brother and his umma told him to stay at home for the rest of the day cleaning the house.” he replied.

“He has a brother?” I interrogated.

“Ne, he is in your year. Kim Jong Jin?”

“Oh yeah!” I started to chuckle, “I beat him up in gym class the other day. So funny.” When I didn’t hear Ryeowook answer back, I looked at him and found him staring at me. Like proper staring at me. It was making me uncomfortable. Can he stop… Like… now?!

“Sorry but have I got something on my face to make you stare at me like that?” I snapped. Ryeowook blinked back at me and shook his head.

“Oh it’s nothing.” he mumbled, “I’m just thinking how much you look like both of them.”

“Both of them?”

“Yeah, you look so much like Jong Jin and Yesung. It’s kinda freaky.” he shrugged. Without saying anything else, he turned a corner so I followed him steadily. I remember Jong Jin was staring at me all throughout gym class. That was why I beat him up XD. He deserved it! Such a weird child, I must say. Like his brother.

“Were here.” Ryeowook said as he walked through a red gate and into a small porch. “Yesung?? Helloooooooooo???” I shuffled after him as Ryeowook let himself in through the front door. I looked around the house, feeling like I have been here before. It was making me uncomfortable and I want to just run away with my hands in the air, screaming my head off. Focus, Yumi. You just need to drop the freaking turtle off and you can go.

“Where is he?” I hissed.

“Yesung!” Ryeowook yelled around the house.

“Be there in a minute!” I heard Yesung’s deep voice echo from the kitchen.

“He’s coming Yumi-” Ryeowook said but he stopped when he saw me walking up the stairs. “Yah- Yumi where are you going?” But I wasn’t listening. I was more into walking up the stairs and turning left. What was I doing?! I carried on walking until I was at the end of the hall and came face to face with a door. I took out the turtle in my blazer pocket and walked in the room. It was a small room. Not much stuff, just a bed, a bedside table and a wardrobe. I eyed the room and found and huge tank by the window. With a turtle inside. This must be Yesung’s room.

“Found you.” I breathed as I walked over to the tank to put the turtle in but I froze when I saw a picture by the bedside table. I dropped the turtle on the bed softly and walked over to the picture. I heard talking downstairs but I ignored that. I picked up the picture with shaky hands and I gasped softly. It was-

“Yah! What are you doing in my room? Looking through my stuff?!” Yesung came barging in his room, looking really angry.

“Hyung-” I gaped. “Why-” I looked down at the picture of the little girl in a Minnie mouse like outfit. The picture of me. “Jong Woonie oppa??~”

“What-” Yesung looked at me, his eyes widening, “Woonie-” I tried to speak again but my voice seemed strangled and it won’t come out. Yesung was just staring at me. He is had a picture of me! And where the hell did Jong Woonie oppa come from- NO! No… My eyes widened as I looked at the picture and at Yesung. He can’t be- He’s my brother-

“Dongsaeng?” Yesung breathed and tried to come over to me but I dropped the photo on the floor and walked backwards. “Yumi- do you remember me-”

“No, I need to go-” I stuttered.

“Wait- no Yumi!” he cried. “Remember me! Try to remember me! Think really hard- I’m your brother-”

“No- I don’t remember you! You’re just a stranger to me!” I lied. Of course I freaking know him! But I can’t accept it… Not now. “I don’t know you- You’re not my brother! I don’t have a brother!”

“Anio- You just called me Jong Woonie oppa!” Yesung argued, “You do remember me!”

“I read a magazine earlier with that name!” I tried to lie.

“You can’t read hangul yet!” Yesung snapped, “Yumi, you do remember me! Why are you being like this-” he made a grab for my wrist but I screamed without thinking and pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me! I don’t freaking know you okay!!” I yelled, “Leave me alone- This was a big mistake going here-” And then I just ran out. Out of the house, passing Ryeowook who looked startled. Why am I being like this- Of course I know- This is too much! Yesung- He’s my brother- They left me-

Yesung’s POV:

“Hyung- what was all the screaming about?!” Ryeowook came barging in my room along with Jong Jin who had a bloody nose.

“I just found my sister.” I breathed and looked at Jong Jin, “Jinnie- Yumi is out sister-”

“Mwuh?! No way is she our sister-” Jong Jin stopped, “OMO! SHE IS! - OH MY LIFE!”

“Stop swearing!” Ryeowook whacked him around the head, “Yesung, what are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“Yumi is our little sister, Ryeowook.” I said, “I need to find her-” Yumi is my sister. How can I not have noticed this all along- I knew she was alive! I just knew it! How comes I didn’t work it out?! She looks like me, she had my personality- I knew I knew her if you get me. I need to look for her- I can’t lose her again- Not after 8-9 years-

A/N: Mianhaeyo for not being able to update for a long time. Hope this chapter makes up for it J Comments are <3 ! *Throws cookies!* Sarang, Kim Jong Jia <3