"Oh my freaking sweet Lord!"

"Hahahahahhahaha!"

"Sunkyu, enough!"

"Hahahaha! Second umma's afraid of cucumbers~ Second umma's afraid of cucumbers!~"

"Get that away from me!"

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

"Yah! Stop throwing them! Eiwwwww!"

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

"Tiffany!!!" Jessica called me as soon as she rushed inside the kitchen. She hid behind me. "Your son kept on throwing cucumbers at me! Eeiiwww!"

"Sica, cucumbers are also food. Don't say that they're eeiww."

"I don't like them, okay. And aren't you supposed to be scolding your son instead? He's throwing and wasting food. FOOD!"

Sunkyu barged in the kitchen, now throwing the slices of cucumbers to our direction. "Woo! Woo! Woo!"

"Sunkyu, stop throwing food! That's bad!" I said.

Sica seconded, "You heard your mother, kid. Stop!"

"Don't worry umma. I bought cucumbers which were already rotten. We got no problem on that. Woo! Woo!"

"Why you little twerp! You even gone that far just to tease me?!"

Yet, Sunkyu didn't mind her and just continued throwing those rotten things at us happily. "Woo! Woo! Woo!"

"Sunkyu, enough!" I said and he finally stopped. "You clean all of these right now!"

He looked down then pouted. "Yes, umma..."

"Good. I want this place clean okay. Not because you don't have school today, you can just go around throwing rotten things all over the house. Now go clean up. Your aunt and I will be heading to school now."

"Okay, umma..." he said and went out of the room.

"Whew. Thank goodness you're here, bestie. Thank you so much."

"No biggies."

"Seriously, that kid. He even puts lots of cucumbers in front of the bathroom door as in every night, sometimes in the afternoon! I couldn't even get to use it in my schedule."

Oh…

To tell you the truth, Yuri and I are the ones who put those cucumbers in the bathroom door. That's for her to stay out while we're uhmmm- doing something inside. You know... This practice is better than her catching us on the act and afterwards, hear her whines of 'tortured by absolute bliss' and blah blah blah.

"Err-- you know, kids. They're always that playful." I said and chuckled nervously.

"Yeah. And I hate it..."

"Same here... Anyways, you go get ready now."

"Okay." *Whew*. And I was saved there.

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After thirty minutes, the two of us bid goodbye to Sunkyu. We started to head to school. It's been two weeks already since we had this kind of routine every day. Yuri's always up earliest in the four of us to go to work. He's now based here in Korea, by the way. He said he begged his father to assign him here instead. Good thing, his so-called father agreed and just left Hara overseeing their Tokyo project instead.

Sunkyu's still schooling but one good thing is he's now taking driving lessons in the afternoon. He forced his appa to make him learn how to drive saying he wanted to inherit the latter's new car and be ready to ride it in the future. Yes, it is a good thing for me. He won't be around the house to bug me.

On the other hand, Jessica and I are back to our typical school days. Apparently, after a month and week of Jessica ditching school, she was still accepted by her professors as if nothing happened. Seriously, our school hell. There's not even concern on the students on how are we doing and etcetera.

Anyways, until now, the thought of Yuri being my prince still lingers inside my mind the whole time. I don't have anyone to talk about it though. Yes, not even Jessica. She just ignores my spazzes that's why I've been trying to crack her out since then. Just like what I’m about to do now…

"I still cannot believe I'm living my dream now."

"Oh. Stop it, Tiffany. I've been hearing that statement from you for two weeks already. Cut it out." Sica said in annoyance.

"Oh come on. Aren't you happy for me that I already found my prince AND take note: he's none other than… my Yuri. Life's good I tell you."

She didn't respond and just smirked mischievously. It's the very same smirk she gave me when I first told her about it ago. This woman really irks me. She's supposed to say 'Oh my gosh! I am so happy for you, bestie! Congratulations!~', you know, like how a typical best friend does.

"I'm not a normal person, Fany, and you know that. Still, you're expecting me to react so jolly? Seriously, it's so inappropriate with my look."

Yeah, right. She isn't really normal. She just read my mind, see? She's so creepy.

"Can't you just spill out what are you thinking, Jessica? I've been trying hard to crack that smirk of yours for so long."

"Fine. I just don't want to spoil your fun, okay."

"Just say it already!"

"Alright. So, what if Yuri's not the real owner of that necklace?"

I looked at her in disbelief. "What?"

"You know... He said he didn't know where he got that in the first place and he couldn't even remember his past. It's very likely too that..."

"That what?"

"That he's friends with your prince and that prince handed it to him when you were kids."

"Are you for real?"

"What? It can be that way too... See? That's why I shouldn't say what I'm thinking all the time. I am totally an expert in spoiling someone else's hopes and dreams. Proven and tested."

"Okay. So, tell me, why Yuri has been dreaming of us together when we were young then? And that was even before he met me."

"Hmmm... Good point. Alright, you win. He's your prince." And she smirked mischievously again.

"Jessica!"

"What?"

"Stop messing with my thoughts, please!"

"Didn't I say you win already?"

"Seriously, you are becoming like Hyoyeon now."

"What I'm just trying to say to you now is that, you should not put hopes on something you're still not sure of. Maybe just wait for him to remember something about his past. You shouldn't jump into conclusions like what you did with Sooyoung back then."

"But it's different this time. It's Yuri we're talking about, hello?"

"I know. But what will you do if Yuri wasn't really your prince all along?"

"Perhaps, I... wouldn't care???"

"Then it's better for you not to think of him as your prince. You'll just end up regretting."

"Aissh- fine."

She looked away yet I can see increasing sadness on her face. "We're not kids anymore, Fany-yah. We shouldn't believe that fairytales are real because they are just meant to torment your life, to prove to you no matter how much you try to work things out your way, you will end up with nothing but sorrow… In the end, you'll be livin