Dara's POV

"Dara-ah, the movie has finished," I heard Jiyong whisper softly as he lightly shook me.

"Huhh?" I mumbled. As I snuggled closer. 'So warm...'

I heard him chuckle, "Come on, everyone has already gone, the workers need to clean up the theater," he said as he lifted his jacket off of me. 'Eeek, so cold!'

I slowly sat up, yawning.

"You may want to let go of me now Dara," I heard him say with amusement. 'Let go of him?' My eyes trailed down to my hands to see that I still had a death grip on his shirt. I immediately let go and sat up straight, as far away from him as possible, coughing awkwardly.

"Lets go then," I said as I stood up and walked out of the theater without waiting for him.

Everyone was stood together waiting for Jiyong and I, "Took you long enough Unnie," I heard Minzy complain.

"Sorry Mingkki but your unnie was busy drooling all over my shirt," Jiyong teased, appearing beside me.

"I do NOT drool!" I protested hitting him across the head.

"You guys are too cute," Minzy replied giggling behind her hands. I blushed brightly before moving slightly away from Jiyong.

"*cough* Uh, so where's Jaejoong?" I asked when I noticed he wasn't among the group - that and it was a good way to change the subject.

"Oh that guy? He already left," TOP said not hiding his dislike for Jae.

"TOP Oppa don't be so mean! Jae's a nice guy! He was the first person to approach me in class!" I defended Jae. I didn't understand why the guys didn't seem to like him. He hadn't even done anything wrong!

"Whatever, it's getting late let's go hmm?" He replied clearly not impressed that I had defended Jae.

Everyone was discussing the film as we all made our way towards the exit.

"When the ghost first appeared.. no joke I almost wet myself," Minzy said as she shuddered at the memory before turning towards Daesung. "Thanks for letting me hold you arm Daesung Oppa!" she smiled brightly as him, before looping her arm around his.

"Pfft, that ghost wasn't scary at all," CL refuted her cousin, as she rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on, don't lie now CL, you were practically sitting on my lap the second time round," Bae piped up, earning him a hard thwack on the arm by CL.

"See, if you had just taken my arm when i'd offered it to you, Youngbae hyung wouldn't be complaining," Seungri cut in.

"Tch! Why would I want to hold your scrawny arm for? You wouldn't provide any sort of protection. Beside you were busy screaming like a little girl, clutching onto TOP oppa like your life depended on it" CL snapped back at him.

"I did not scream like a little girl!" Seungri protested, a light blush coming up on his cheeks.

"Yeah right, I never knew it was possible for guys to reach that kind of high pitched scream. You proved me wrong," CL continued, fully enjoying watching Seungri shrink in embarrasment.

As soon as we stepped outside I felt the oh so familiar jacket drape over me. This time I didn't even bother to look, knowing full well whose it was.

We all bid each other goodbye, with Daesung reassuring me he'd drop Minzy off home. With that Daesung, Youngbae, Minzy and TOP walked off in one direction whilst Seungri, CL Jiyong and I made our way towards Jiyong car.

It was silent in the car when Seungri decided to speak up, "Who's this Jaejoong guy anyway?"

"Oh, he's our friend from our business class," I answered.

"No, he's your friend. He wishes he was my friend," Jiyong said childishly as he made a left turn.

"You don't like him hyung?" Seungri asked Jiyong curiously.

"No." he replied, not elaborating as to why.

"Well then I don't like him either!" Seungri declared as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Don't be so childish Seungri, you can't not like Jae just because Jiyong doesn't like him," I said as I rolled my eyes at his behaviour.

"I don't get why you guys don't like him. I think he's great," CL spoke up, beaming. Somehow I felt she didn't think he was great in the same way I did.

"I definitely don't like him now!" Seungri said as he harrumphed in his seat.

We eventually arrived back at the apartments, all of us piling out of Jiyong's car.

"Thanks Jingyo Oppa," CL thanked Jiyong, ignoring Seungri compltely when she turned towards me, "I'll see you upstairs Ssantoki."

Seungri kicked the pavements pouting, mumbling something about 'ungrateful', 'cat', and 'rude' before turning to me and bidding me goodnight and leaving Jiyong and I alone outside.

I handed him his jacket, "Thanks Ji, for the jacket and uh... yeah for ealier too..." I said awkwardly.

"Don't mention it, Goodnight Dara," he turned around to walk away when I realised something.

"Ji wait!" he paused and turned back around questioningly.

"Erm.. Omma and Appa heard you're back... they want to see you tomorrow..." I trailed off nervously. Some how I felt nervous inviting him back to my house, despite the fact he'd practically lived half of his life there when we were younger.

He looked away from me, diverting his eyes to the floor, but not before I caught the look in his eyes. It seemed like he was battling with himself.

"I-if you don't want to go, I'll just tell them you're busy or so--"

"No it's fine, it would be rude if I didn't go since they've invited me. What time are you going?" he cut me off.

"Well I promised CL i'd help her out with her designs tomorrow.. so I was planning to go over for dinner? If that's alright? Around like 6PM?" I replied back.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at 6." he agreed, "Does your Omma still like lilies?" he questioned randomly.

"Er.. yeah? Why?" I asked him confused as to the random question.

"Well I can't turn up 7 years later empty handed can I?" he smiled, before turning around and walking into his apartment.

== The next day ==

"Wow... Seungri wasn't exaggerating... you really did buy the whole store." I commented as I tried to wade through the living, all the materials that CL had bought flung around on the floor.

"It's the rat's fault anyway. He kept distracting me and shoving the fugliest pieces of material I'd ever seen in my face. I couldn't concentrate with him constantly bugging me, so I just bought anything that caught my eye and left the store as soon as I could." CL explained as she began to sift through the materials placing them into different piles.

"You mean like this one?" I grimaced, as I held up a piece of cloth at the tip of my finger.

"How the hell did he manage to sneak that in?! I told him it was horrendous!" CL exclaimed as she grabbed the material from me and threw it into a corner of the room, never to be looked at again.

"Anyway, what do you need my help with?" I asked as I sat down cross legged beside her.

She paused her movements then turned around, giving me one of those sickeningly sweet smiles. I immediately became suspicious and put my guard up, "What do you want from me?"

"My dear dear bestfriend. You love me right?" she started off as she continued to give me her creepy smile. I nodded my head slowly, unsure as to whether I should just terminate our friendship on the spot without hearing what she had to say.

"Then as my bestfriend it's your absolute duty to support me in everyway. You said so at the cafeteria. Right?" she continued.

"No.. not really," I refuted quietly, but immediately shut up when she glared at me, before returning back to her sweet smile.

"Great! I'm glad you agreed to be my model then!" she quickly said turning back around and continuing to seperate the pieces fo clothing.

Silence.

"WAAAAAAHHHHT?!" I exploded when it hit me what she said, "I never agreed to be your model! No! I won't do it!" I said as I scrambled up from my position beside her trying to run into the safety of my room.

"Not so fast rabbit!" she grabbed my leg, stoppping me from running off. I tried to shake her off me, but the woman was damn strong, "Come on Dara! All you have to do is wear the clothes and walk up and down." she explained like it was the easiest thing in the whole world.

"No. N-O. Do you understand me Lee Chaerin? I won't do it!" I screamed as I felt her tug my leg, causing me to fall down. I grabbed onto the sofa and tried to pull myself away from her.

"Daraaaaa! You're such a nappeun Unnie! Why can't you do this for your awesome dongsaeng? I suffered a whole hour and a half with Seungrat just so that you cou--.. Come on... just do it for me neh?" she abruptly stopped mid-sentence her eyes widening like she almost spilled something important, before she began speaking again, batting her eyelashes in the process.

I can't believe she pulled out the unnie card, but that wasn't what bothered me, "You suffered with Seungri so that I could what?" I asked suspiciously.

CL immediately let go off my leg and turned around to avoid my eyes as she began to busy herself with the materials, "Fine, if you don't want to model for me then I'll get someone else to. I'm sure Minzy will be willing to do it," she said avoiding my question.

"Lee Chaerin," I whispered menacingly, now sitting beside her again, glaring at her side profile, "What did you do?"

"Do you think Jiyong Oppa will be willing to be my male model?" she continued as if she didn't hear me.

"Lee Chaerin!" I repeated getting impatient.

"I'm sure he'll do it for me, he's not as uptight like you," she continued talking to herself, blatantly ignoring me.

"YAH LEE CHAERIN!" I snapped loudly, glaring at her.

"Yes?" she turned to me her eyes wide and innocent as if she'd only just noticed me calling her.

"I've got my eyes on you, I'll figure out what you're up to..." I threatened, hoping she'd save me the effort and tell me.

To my disappoint she just shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about Ssantoki, you're imagining things." I sighed heavily in resignation, giving up on my attempt to pry information from her. She was really good at avoiding things and she was awesome at acting as a rock when she didn't want people to know something.

"Well you know where I stand with this modelling thing, but can I help you with anything else?" I asked. I wasn't just being difficult, with this whole model thing. I just know I wouldn't be able to stand up there confidently whilst everyone is obviously looking at me, well the clothes, but you get my drift. I didn't want to willingly let people stare at me all they wanted.

"Yeah, i'll need to measure your body," she spoked up, before I could protest she cut me off, "I know you won't be my model, but I can't exactly measure myself.. I just need some approximate measurements... I'll probably make it a bit bigger than what I measure from you, since you're a tiny shrimp."

"Hey! I am not a shrimp!" I protested.

"Of course you aren't... otherwise Jiyong wouldn't be able to..." she trailed off, mumbling under her breath.

"What did you say?" I asked with a creased forward, not quite hearing what she said.

"Nothing! Now stand up for me so I can measure you," she said as she grabbed my arms and pulled me up.

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I spent the rest of the morning and afternoon helping CL in every way I could with the making of her designs - which by the way, were frickin' awesome. She's going to blow people out of the water with them!

/knock knock/

I glanced up at the clock. Crap! It was already 6?! I scrambled up and stepped over CL who was busy cutting some material up, so concentrated on cutting she didn't hear the knock. I swung the door open and just as expected there stood Jiyong.

"You ready to go?" he asked.

"Erm.. I just need to get Sanghyun and Durami's presents... I'll be back in a bit, come in," I opened the door wide for him to come in.

"Hey CL," he said as he sat behind her on the sofa.

CL turned around surprised, "Jingyo Oppa? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't Dara tell you? I'm going with her to see her parents," he explained as his eyes scanned the mess on the floor. I left them to it and walked into my room to quickly get changed and to grab my bag and the presents i'd bought for my babies.

Third Person POV

"You're... you're going over to Dara's house?" CL asked slowly, not hiding the surprise in her voice, as she paused in her cutting.

"Mmm yeah, why?" Jiyong asked, wondering why CL seemed to be making such a big deal about it.

"It's a bit soon don't you think?!" she exclaimed, 'I can't believe he's going to meet her parents already!! They are moving so fast!'

"A bit soon? What do you mean? I've been here for 2 months already and I haven't gone to visit them yet..." Jiyong trailed off, getting even more confused at CL's reaction.

"Yeah, but you're going to meet her parents!" CL pointed out again, like Jiyong didn't know what he was doing.

"Yes...? It's not like I haven't met them before." he said, as he eyed CL like she should be in a mental institute, wearing one of those straightjackets.

"What do you mea-- Oh right... yeah.. ehehe..." CL laughed nervously before turning back around, suddenly becoming extremely concentrated on cutting. 'I completely forgot Jiyong was her neighbour and practically used to live with her... how could I forget?!'

Dara's POV

"You ready to go?" I called over to Jiyong as I walked out of my room. Jiyong immediately stood up making his way over to me, as if he wanted to get as far away from CL as possible.

He stood next to me and glanced over at CL with a weird look before leaning closer to me, "Is CL alright?" he whispered into my ear before pulling back.

I gave him a puzzled look, leaning to my left to take a look at CL who was still cutting in the same position as before, 'She seems normal to me'. I turned back to Jiyong, "Yeah.. why?"

"Oh right.. okay. Nothing.." he trailed off as he walked out of the apartment, taking one more queer glance at CL. 'Did they talk about something whilst I was gone?' I thought. I looked at CL to see her looking at me.

She flashed me a bright smile and waved the hand that had her scissors in it, "Have fun Ssantoki!", she said before turning around.

'Hmm.. she does seem chirpier...' I shrugged my shoulders, "Yeah, i'll see you later, make sure you eat dinner!" I called to her before following Jiyong out of the apartment.

== In the car ==

"Do you know your way there?" I asked as Jiyong adjusted his interor mirror before shfiting into gear.

"Of course," he said, before pausing to look at me, "Unless you moved?"

"Nope, still live there. Omma and Appa did think about moving.. but there were too many good memories there," I explained.

We fell into a comfortable silence afterwards, not having much to talk about. I couldn't help but feel more and more nervous the closer we got to my house. I didn't know why I was feeling nervous either... I mean I was just going home. What's there to be nervous about? Right?

Before I knew it we had arrived outside. I stepped out of his car, feeling even more nervous than I was before. I made my way towards the boot to get the presents.

"Ji, will you open the boot for m--" I paused when I noticed him leaning on the front of the car, his eyes trained on the house beside ours. The one that used to belong to the Kwons. I walked around the car and leaned against the car with him. I glanced at him to see an unreadable expression on his face, so many emotions were flitting through his eyes, too fast for me to place names to them.

His eyes flickered up to one of the windows that lit up. The window that belonged to what used to be his room. His eyes stayed fixed on the window as he spoke, "Who lives here now?" he whispered.

"The Songs'" I replied.

"Nice people?" he queeried, eyes still glued to the window.

I shrugged, "Don't know... we don't really know them that well."

Jiyong turned to me, shock visible amongst the other emotions in his eyes, "Why not?"

"Omma and Appa didn't really want to get to know them.. they didn't want to replace you guys in their hearts I guess," I shrugged, I watched as Jiyong's eyes softened, "It's not like they tried to get to know us either."

Jiyong's eyes flickered back to the window one last time before he pushed himself off of the car, his eyes landing on my house. He walked around to the boot and popped it open, passing me my bags. I walked ahead of him, waiting for him on my doorstep. He slammed his boot down and walked up to me, a bunch of lilies in one hand, and a case of beer in the other. I couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness. The one thing I absolutely had to have in a man was that they had to respect their elders. I quickly shook my head, why did I just think that?

He eventually reached the door, standing beside me. I exhaled loudly, "I guess it's time?" I questioned nervously, before I rang the door bell.

"JIYONGGIE!!" Jiyong stumbled back slightly when the door swung open to reveal my hyper Omma, who threw her arms around him immediately, bringing him into a crushing hug. I watched Jiyong's eyes widen as large as saucers his hands at his side, not sure how to respond.

"Jagiya, we're all happy to see Jiyong, but you need to let him breath," Appa's reprimanding voice came from inside the house.

Omma quickly let go of Jiyong, tears shining in her eyes in happiness, "Sorry Jiyong. It just feels like my sons come back! I know it's silly... but..." Omma trailed off as she patted his cheeks lovingly. I could see Jiyong's eyes soften, happiness radiating from his entire being, "You've grown up really well Jiyong, so handsome!" she continued before ushering him into the house, almost closing the door on my face. 'Pffft! LIKE your son Omma. I'm your actual daughter and you almost slammed the door in my face because you forgot I was here!' I whined in my head.

"Jagiya's right, you've grown up to be a handsome young man Jiyong, it's nice to see you again," Appa said calmly. Before Jiyong could respond, Appa pulled him into a fatherly hug. I couldn't help but think how sweet the moment was. Appa let go off Jiyong and beamed at him. Jiyong just stood there, slightly shocked at the very physical welcoming, but then a wide grin spread across his face.

"It's nice to see you again too Imo, Samchon," he finally spoke, "This is for you Imo," he presented Omma with the lilies, causing her to gasp.

"These are beautiful Jiyong! I can't believe you remembered, thank you. You're so sweet! You've always been so well-mannered," Omma gushed as she admired the flowers. 'Pfffft, well mannered my ' I thought to myself as memories of his pranks flashed in my mind.

"And these are for you Samchon," Jiyong said as he handed Appa the case of beer.

"Oh, you really didn't have to Jiyong, but thankyou," Appa thanked him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yaaah! Omma! Appa! I'm here too ya know!" I whined as I stomped my feet childishly, upset that I wasn't getting any attention.

"Yes yes, Omma and Appa love you too Dara," Omma waved me off. I began to sulk as I took my shoes off. My eyes landed on a pair of shoes and my forehead creased. 'Those aren't mine... They're definitely not Omma's, and those aren't Durami's style' I thought to myself.

"Come on, let's go into the living room to talk more comfortably. Dara take Jiyong into the living room whilst I just finish off dinner. Jagiya come and help me set up," Omma ushered us towards the closed living room door.

I picked my bad containing the presents off of the floor and walked towards the living room, with Jiyong following closely behind me.

I placed my hand on the handle and pushed it open, walking in.

"Hey Sanghyun, Durami, Bommie." I nodded towards them turning around to say something to Jiyong when I froze. 'Bommie?' I turned around very slowly.

*Blink*

*Blink Blink*

The pretty girl with long red hair that resembled my cousin didn't disappear when I blinked.

"BOMMIE?!" I yelled as I practically flung myself at the girl, not even sure if it was my cousin or not.

"SSANTOKI!!!" the girl hugged me back with just as much enthusiasm. There was no doubt in my mind now, this was definitely Park Bom, my beautiful cousin.