Your POV

"Wake up sleepy head," someone called.

"Can't you just leave and not bother? I'm still sleepy," I said.

"It's already 12," Kris said.

"Fine," I replied.

I woke up and went inside the bathroom and took a long bath, more like a spa. When I was done, I went to sit in my room. When suddenly my room opened.

"Your friend is downstairs," he said.

"By my friend you mean?" I asked back.

"That guy," he said and went to the bathroom.

"Is he always like that when it comes to Jongin?" I asked myself while going downstairs.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"Belle," he beamed.

"What?" I asked.

"Noona why are you so evil?" He asked.

"You didn't even care I was actually sick yesterday, so why come?" I asked.

"Noona," he pouted.

"What?" I asked back.

"I'm sorry, I really am," he said.

"Sure," I replied.

"Noona I really am, noona, please, noona," he said again. I giggled and smiled.

"Okay I forgive you," I replied and smiled at him.

"Why did you laugh?" He hissed.

"Because I like you calling me noona," I told him.

"Aish," he said.

"Why are you here anyway?" I asked.

"Nothing, just feel like bothering you and that evil," he said.

"He is not evil," I replied. "He is," he said.

"Well, calling a guy who took care for me when I got sick an evil, does that makes sense?" I asked.

"You used to say he is," he said.

"Not evil, just annoying," I replied.

"Yeah right," he said.

"You don't really like him do you?" I asked him.

"Not really," he said.

"Then you should start, because you won't get to meet me without meeting him," I told him.

"Fine," he said.

We started talking about things, one topic lets of to another. Right from Kris, to Krystal and then to Nana, about how she needs a boyfriend. I suggested Luhan is a good choice for her. He nodded. Talking more and more.

"Are you done?" Kris suddenly asked.

"Why?" I asked back.

"Well I'm hungry and I need to eat," he said.

"Go get food then," I replied.

"Or cook, she said you can cook," Jongin said. Kris glared at us.

"Fine, fine, I was about to go home anyway," Jongin said.

"Already?" I asked.

"Belle it's almost 6," he said.

"Fine, goodbye, say hi to your mom and dad," I told him.

"Goodbye Noona, and, Kris.......hyung," he said, hesitantly. He left, leaving Kris and I alone.

"What?" I asked.

"You didn't cook?" He asked back.

"No," I replied. He glared at me. 

"Go upstairs, get ready," he said.

I simply followed what he told me to. Wore a casual outfit with sneakers.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Call me oppa first, then I'll tell you," he said.

"Now you're being a baby," I told him.

"Call me oppa," he said.

"No, Kris, I would never call you oppa," I said. He smiled.

"What?" I asked.

"You called me Kris," he said. I groaned.

"Come on, I assume you did not cook because you were too happy spending time with that little guy," he said.

"Little guy? Are you jealous?" I asked.

"Why should I be? For heaven's sake, until I die, I won't be jealous," he said.

"Oh really? The jerk is jealous!" I yelled across the road, as we were walking to his car.

"Don't yell, the neighbors might hear," he said.

"Like they might hear us, come on Kris, it's so big, this house, that I think nobody can hear us," I told him.

"Whatever you say," he said and got into the car, I did too.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"Why do you keep asking, just shut up, and see later," he said.

"Fine, are our parents going to be there?" I asked him.

"Yes," he replied.

"Why didn't you tell me I should've wore something more elegant," I yelled.

"It's okay, they told us to just wear something casual, and also, you look good in that," he said.

"What? Say that again," I said, unintentionally.

"What? You just want to her me saying you're beautiful so that you can fangirl over it and die," he said.

"No I am not going to fangirl and die over you, like seriously, you're not even worth it to fangirl over," I replied.

"Oh really?" He said and smirked. I nodded.

"Jongin is?" He asked.

"No, he's like, better than you, but still no," I replied. He glared at me.

"I'm kidding, dude," I replied.

"Then who? That Byun Baekhyun is?" He asked.

"No," I replied. He clicked his tongue. I smirked.

"What's with the smirk?" He asked.

"I like it," I replied.

"Like what?" He asked back.

"You're jealous," I said, and smiled.

"I am not," he said.

"Whatever you say," I replied and giggled.

"We're here," he said.

He turned off the car engine, went our the door, I did too. I walked behind him, because obviously his legs are too long to compete with.

"Skating rink?" I asked him.

"Yes, afraid?" He asked.

"Please, this is my sport," I replied and smiled widely.

"Hey kids," a voice called which turned out to be my parents and his. They're wearing casual clothing too, like jeans and shirts on top. I was shocked.

"What? We still look young after all," his mom joked, I laughed and nodded.

"Are you guys ready?" His dad asked.

"Skating?" I asked.

"Yes," mom replied, "I guess you're excited because it's been a while."

"Of course I am," I replied.

We then went to get our shoes and then started skating. My parents and I were circling around the rink repeatedly, since we've all loved skating, especially the fact that I was a skater. I helped Kris' mom, dad and even himself. After an hour, we decided to stop because we're all hungry, no, starving.

"Let's just eat at a fast food restaurant, we're too cool for fancy restaurant," my dad said and we all laughed.

"I can't believe you just said that," I said. He smiled. We started talking about thing, about Kris' actual cooking skills. About I was sick 2 days ago, about him taking care of me.

"Did you guys have fun today?" His mom asked.

"Of course they didn't, we're here," his dad replied. I laughed.

"No seriously, it's better with you guys," I replied.

"Okay, we'll get going now," my parents said.

"Yeah, you guys stay here, or go home too," his parents said.

"We'll just go home," Kris said, I nodded. We bid goodbye to each other.

"Your parents are funny not like you," he said.

"Because I never tried to be one in front of you," I replied.

The ride home was quiet, maybe because we're tired and it's almost 11 at night. We arrived, took turn on who showers. Then, as usual, laid down on the bed.

"Lee," he called.

"What?" I asked.

"Look at the person you're talking to," he said.

"Why should I?" I asked.

"It's manners," he said.

"Fine," I turned around and faced him.

"What?" I asked.

"You look ugly," he said.

"That's all?" I asked, he laughed. I glared at him.

"Aren't you cold?" He asked.

"No," I replied.

"I am," he replied.

"Well,I am," he said.

"And what? You're expecting me to bring another blanket?" I asked him.

"No," he said.

"Then what?" I asked. He stared blankly at me.

"Well?" I repeated.

He then grabbed my left wrist with his long hands and giant palm, pulling it so that my body and his aren't leaving a big space in the middle. Put his hands around my waist, my head on his neck. His chin on top of my head.

"Blanket won't do," he said.

"Well I'm not sleeping like this," I struggled, but he was obviously too strong.

"You owe me, it's only because today's cold," he said.

"Fine," I gave in.

"It's only because it's cold, nothing else," he said.

"Yeah I know," I replied.

There was silence between us two. I think he fell asleep. I decided to wrap my arms around him.

"See you can't resist me," he said. I quickly pulled away my hands.

"No," he said and grabbed my arms, and put it around him.

"Keep it that way," he said, with his eyes closed.

I yanked it away again. He sighed, my hot breath ticking his neck. Seconds later, I decided to put my arms around him, I heard him giggled.

"Stupid jerk," I mumbled, and drifted off to sleep.

(Author's Note: Hey sorry for not updating for 3 weeks, enjoy this one, okay!)