“Kim Jonghyun oppa, you are coming with me to the puppet show, or I’m telling umma!” The little girl huffed.

“Don’t want to.”

“UMMAAAAAA!!!!” The girl screamed.

“Shi--- Junghee, be quiet!” Jonghyun muttered.

“Not ‘till you go to the show with me!” Junghee cried.

“Fi………..ne.” Jonghyun muttered.

“REALLY OPPA?! JINJA?!” Junghee stopped crying at once and smiled a smile full of unicorns and white ponies.

“Yes.” Jonghyun sighed. Just to make you shut the up. I'll probably sleep through it anyway, he thought.

“ASAAAA! UMMA, I FORGET WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY!" Junghee shouted happily to their mother.

Jonghyun did not understand why the hell his sister was so obsessed with puppets. He himself found them straight out scary, and they gave him the chills. But apparently, his weirdo of a little sister, was obsessed with them. Sometimes, he wondered if she was some psychotic freak. If she began to collect puppets, he will most positively move out right that second.

And he was certainly not expecting that he would return to this theater everyday again and again, because what he loves most will certainly be found there.