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“Um…Kyuhyun-ah?” His eyes snapped to me.

“I think I found another girl. I’ll bring her with me. …Yes sir.” He slipped the phone into his pocket. “How do you feel about modeling?”

“W-what?”

“You may be modeling with me today.” He started to the door. “Get your stuff. We’re running late.” I followed him quickly. Great, I have to ride with this speed demon again. And we were running lat on top of it. When we got to the car, I buckled in and pressed myself into my seat. Dear Lord…let him drive better this time.

He flew down the highway at way over what could be considered a safe speed. His lane changes and turns were jerky and I found myself breathing faster and faster, heart pounding in my chest. No…I’m gonna die…I’m gonna die! Please, no! Not again. Not this again! I grabbed my head, trying to block out the images. The crashing, the lights, the sirens. The awful screams and tearing of metal. Something poked my arm and I yelped, breaking my reverie.

“Autumn? Are you okay?” Kyuhyun had opened my door and was staring at me.

“Y…yeah. I’m…I’m fine.” I slid out of the car, trying not to stagger.

“Careful.” He caught me as I almost fell to the ground. “What’s wrong?” I covered my face and took a deep breath. When I removed my hands, I had a smile on my face, covering the fear that was there only moments before.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Let’s go, you said we were late.” I shook off his grip on my arm. He looked at me, unconvinced, then shrugged.

“Suit yourself. This way.” We walked briskly into the studio. It was huge! So many different rooms to shoot in filled with every type of set imaginable branched off of the main hall. I could do nothing but stare as we walked. “Wait here. I’m going to get PD-nim.” I nodded and stood by the wall awkwardly. Aish...if looks could kill, I’d be dead several times over. It seemed like everyone in the place was glaring at me be them models or directors or just general coordis. Please hurry Kyuhyun!

“So, is this her?” My head snapped to the voice.

“Yeah, she’s the girl I brought. Autumn-ah, this is Lee Jungah, our PD.” I bowed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”  I righted myself and stood under his gaze. He may have been a small, balding man with large glasses, but his stared pierced right through you. I found myself shrinking down under it.

“She’ll do. Alright, both of you to make up.” He shoved us down a hall. “Run! We’re way behind schedule!” Kyuhyun grabbed my wrist and yanked me with him.

“I’m coming! Please let go, you’re hurting me!” He dropped my wrist immediately.

“Sorry,” he grumbled. We walked in silence for a few seconds.

“So…um…Kyuhyun-ah…What are we modeling for today?” He shrugged.

“A new clothing brand and cologne, both of which are going international. So that’s why they want an American girl to model with me.”

“Ah…” Awkward silence.

“This is your dressing room.” He pointed to the door. “I’ll see you on set.” I nodded and knocked on the door. A petite blond woman opened it and stared up at me.

“Finally!...Wait… You’re not Stephani. You must have the wrong room.” She moved to shut the door.

“Wait! I…I’m the replacement model. I’m supposed to work with Cho Kyuhyun today.” She eyed me up and down.

“Alright. Come on in.” She led me into a brightly lit room. “What’s your name?”

“Autumn Collins.” I looked around at all of the dresses hanging on one wall, and a multitude of outfits hanging on the other. All of the dresses were flowy, silky, and satiny. Waaayyyy too girly for my tastes.

“Nice ta meet cha. So, Stephani must have gotten sick again. Again. That girl…I tell you. Anyways, do you know the concept for the shoot?”

“No…Kyuhyun just brought me along, saying I may be modeling with him. He said it’s for a cologne and an international clothing line.”

“Okay. Go ahead and sit here.” She sat me in front of a large vanity. “He was right. We are supporting an international cologne and clothing line. The name of the cologne is “Darkest Desires” and the concept for the cologne is dark and light, angel and demon, fitting with the name.” I nodded. That doesn’t sound too hard. Yet. “We’re going to give Kyuhyun-ssi the look of a seductive demon and you the look of an angelic girl caught up in his spell that is, of course, caused by the cologne.” Ooookaaayyy. This could potentially be awkward. I mean, we hardly get along and now he has to seduce me?! “We’ll get to the clothing in a little bit. First, let’s get you fitted.” She stood me up and measured my height, shoulders, bust and waist before picking out a lacy, silky gown. “This’ll work!” I must admit the dress was stunning. It was a pure white with long, lacy sleeves that passed my hands. The neckline was modest with a small plunge and an open back. It hugged my bodice to the waist then opened into a more flowy look. I quickly slipped into it.

“Okay, now what?”

“Now, hair and make-up.” She sat me back in front of the vanity. “I’m liking what you’ve got going on. We just need to enhance your natural beauty.” I chuckled. “But we need to cover this scar,” she said softly as she traced the line down my back.

“What natural beauty?” I said cynically. I had never really considered myself beautiful. Pretty at times, yes, but I had always had more babyish or boyish features. I was never anything like the idols that are in so many of these Korean bands.

“What do you mean? You’re so pretty!” I shrugged. Whatever makes her happy.

“Alright…”

“Close your eyes. We’ll be done soon.” I did as she said, relaxing back into the seat and a half hour later, she was guiding me out of the room. “Good luck!”

“Thank you!” She waved and walked back to behind the set.

“Autumn! There you are! We can start now.” The PD came over to me. “Great. You look fantastic.” He placed his hand on my back. “Kyuhyun! Get on set!” I almost didn’t recognize him as he glided on stage. They are REALLY working this angel and demon thing.

Kyu was dressed in black and silver. He donned a pair black slacks and a ripped black shirt. Silver chains hung off his hips and around his neck. He also had on a long leather jacket that brushed the ground and the sleeves came down to his black guitar-gloved hands. His dark hair was slicked up in a look as I can only describe as organized chaos. It peaked in the front and had a tussled look to it. His side burns were slicked down and the back was fluffed up. In a word, y. His eyes were lightly outlined with black. Wait…He’s wearing silver contacts?! I definitely like his dark eyes better…I stared at him for a minute, dumb struck.

“Get on stage Autumn.” I nodded and hopped up with Kyuhyun, the dress billowing behind me. “Great. First, I want you to look scarred of him, Autumn, like you are trying to get away from him.” I took a step back from Kyu, looking at him with wide eyes as he slowly walked toward me. Snap snap snap! The shutter closed quickly. He reached his hand out to me and I brought mine up to block him, still stepping back.

“Excellent! That looks great! Ok, now, Kyuhyun. Walk up to her and touch her cheek. Autumn, just look at him with wide eyes, like you’re scared, but drawn in.” I felt his fingertips brush my cheek and he leaned his face in close to mine. I felt my cheeks burning as he smirked at me and leaned his face closer to mine. I felt my cheeks burning as he continued to smirked at me. “Perfect!” We continued on like this for over an hour. “Autumn, lean in more. Kyuhyun, be more seductive! Look like you’re going to biter her! Autumn, look more longing. Now flit around him, like you can’t get enough!” And so on.

When we were done, I was ushered back to the fitting room. Clothing line time. THREE HOURS LATER, Kyuhyun and I were FINALLY done with the shoot. When we got to the car, I collapsed into the seat.

“Are they always that long?” I whined.

“No, most are longer,” He said. I lolled my head back. How does Siwon do this so often?! “You did good for your first shoot. I almost didn’t recognize you in that gown.” I chuckled.

“Yeah, and you’ll probably never see me in one like it ever again. I hate dresses.” His eyes flicked over to me.

“Why? They’re comfortable.” I stared at him for a minute.

“Is it weird if I say I’m not surprised that you know that?” He shrugged and I sighed. “I’m just…NOT a girly girl.”

“Whatever.” I looked at the clock on the dashboard. 9:30.

“Do you have everything to make ramen back at the dorms?”

“From scratch?”

“Yeah.”

“We should. Why?”

“Because I’m hungry.” I rested my head on the window. “I want homemade beef ramen.”

“Ask Wookie to make it.” It was a perfectly innocent statement, but I was just too tired.

“I am perfectly capable of cooking it by myself, thank you!” I snapped.

“Sure.” My eye twitched as I gave into his prodding.

“Hey.” we pulled into the parking garage and I pulled on my disguise. “I did make that fried rice yesterday.”

“Yep. I’m convinced Ryeowook made it.” I was seething now. He was playing me, I could tell. Cho Kyuhyun, you are dead to me. No one insults my cooking, do you understand me?

“I swear I will force feed you my cooking until you realize I’m competent in the kitchen!” I yelled as we approached the door.

“You’re just like Ryeowook.” He shook his head.

“YAH!” I jumped and wacked him on the head, then ran past him into the dorm. “Evil Baby Kyu!” I yelled. He chased me down the hall.

“You’re gonna pay for that! No one smacks Cho Kyuhyun and lives!” I screamed and ducked around Sungmin.

“Minne oppa! Kyuhyun’s bullying me!” I yelled. He grabbed me in a hug.

“Autumn? What’s going on?”

“She smacked me!”

“He said I didn’t cook last night!”

“I did not!”

“Did too! Don’t lie!” I stuck my tongue out at him. He just glared at me and Sungmin let out a sigh.

“Can you two try not to kill each other?”

“No promises,” I whined. Kyu just kept glaring. “Is Wookie Oppa home?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. He’s in his room.” I let go of Sungmin.

“Okay. Thank you!” I skipped down to his room.

“That girl is the embodiment of evil!” Kyu yelled.

“Then you’d make the perfect couple!” Minnie yelled back.

“WHAT?!” I snickered. Serves him right. I tapped on Ryeowook’s door.

“Who is it?” He called.

“Autumn.” I chimed back.

“Come in.” I opened the door and stepped in. I didn’t see him as I looked around his room.

“Wookie-oppa? Where are you?”

“Here,” came his muffled response.

“…Why are you under the blankets?” Weird kid…

“I’m not wearing any make up.” I quirked up an eyebrow. “I don’t like people seeing me without make up.” I rolled my eyes.

“Goof ball. It’s not like I care.” I laughed and he peeked his eyes out from under the covers.

“Really?”

“Really, I find your mole cute.” I smiled at him as he pulled his head out from under the covers. “I just wanted to ask if I could use the kitchen.”

“Oh, sure.” He smiled at me. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Thanks oppa.”

“I may come help you later.” I nodded.

“Okay. Thanks again.” I pulled his door shut and skipped to the kitchen, passing Kyuhyun and Sungmin’s room. I could feel the negative vibes coming through the door. Scary….I shrugged it off and continued on my mission. “Ramen!” I pulled out all of my dishes and ingredients and started singing to myself.

“~Geollijeokgeorineun stupid mworani. Meorissogi gabyeowoseo maldo gitteol gata. Sonbadangmanhan i jobeun goseseo. O himallayana chatgo ittneun neowan dalla.~” I had just started searing the meat when Wookie walked in.

“Your voice is really pretty. You shouldn’t have an issue in your audition!” He smiled at me and started to help.

“Thanks oppa.” I was slicing the vegetables when my phone rang. “Hello?” I answered, holding the phone with my shoulder as I continued to cook.

“YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO MISSY!” I nearly dropped my phone.

“Hi Bailey. How are you doing? I’m doing well, thanks.” I snarked back at my pushy friend.

“Nyah! Don’t give me that! When the hell did you go to Korea?!”

“Uh, a few days ago?”

“Ad you didn’t tell me why?”

“I was gonna, but I forgot…sorry.” Wookie was minding his own business with the meat as I talked.

“Forgetful girl! Anyways. What’s up?”  I shrugged even though she couldn’t see me as I washed the basil.

“Just cooking some Ramen with Wookie oppa.”

“WHAT?!”

“Aish! Don’t yell! I’ll go deaf!” Ryeowook gave me a weird look. My guess is he only understood part of what I was saying. “Yeah. I’ll explain over skype later. Right now, I need to finish cooking.”

“Don’t you hang up on me! How do I know you’re with my bias Wookie?” I sighed.

“Want me to see if he’ll say hi?”

“Uh, duh!”  I chuckled. She never believes a word I say.

“Oppa. My friend is on the phone. Could you say hello to her? Her Hangul isn’t perfect, but she understands for the most part.” Wookie looked at me with wide eyes. “Don’t worry. She’s less threatening than Lindsay. And she’s a dancer!” He nodded. “I’ll put her on speaker.” I tapped the button and held the phone between us. “Can you hear me Bay?”

“Yeppers.”

“Okay oppa.”

“Um…Hello. My name is Ryeowook of Super Junior,” he said timidly.

“…” Silence for the other line.

“Bay?” Wha-oh...

“Are you okay?” Wookie asked.

“…”

“…You’re fangirling, aren’t you.” Aish, this kid…

“Maybe just a little,” she squeaked. I giggled at her.

“Where are your manners?”

“Oh! Hello Ryeowook-ssi. Um…I’m a big fan of Super Junior. A big ELF. Uh…You’re my bias…uh…”

“Calm down Bay. You’re stuttering.”

“Aish! I’m sounding so dumb!”

“Are you American too?” Wookie suddenly asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Your Hangul is very good. Asian languages are hard for English speakers.”

“Th-thank you Ryeowook-ssi.” I smiled. Bailey never stutters, so when she does, she’s severely flustered. He probably just made her life. What a silly gi-wait…I sniffed the air. Smoke? Ah! The ramen meat! I dropped my phone and ran to the meat Ryeowook was searing.

“Crap! The beef!” Ryeowook just watched me, holding the tongs. “No. Nononononon! Bay! I’ll call you back later! Ryeowookie! Hang up and help meeee!” I wailed. My Ramen! Dammit! It’s late and I’m hungry! Wookie picked up my phone and hung up after saying goodbye to Bailey and started to help me save my dinner.

“You go sit in the den. I’ll finish this for you.” Wookie sounded apologetic. Crap, now he’s gonna blame himself.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll help you finish it.” I reached for the chopsticks but he grabbed them and pulled them away with ninja speed. O_O

“Go,” he said sweetly with a smile. To be perfectly honest, it sent shivers down my spine. I slowly pulled my hand back.

“O-okay oppa.” I ran out of the kitchen and jumped onto the couch, brining my knees up under my chin. Scary eternal maknae.  > < While I was sitting there, listening to Ryeowook singing in the kitchen, Sungmin came out of his room.

“What’s burning?” He asked.

“Stuff for my ramen,” I pouted.

“Why is it something ALWAYS catches on fire when you’re in the kitchen?”

“Yah! Neither incident was my fault!” I threw a pillow at him, which he caught…Then promptly threw back at me. “Oof!” It hit me square in the face and I pouted up at him as it fell away. “Oppa, I’m thirsty.” He just shook his head.

“Aegyo ain’t gonna work, kid.” I just stuck my tongue out at him. Why did I have to stay with the cutest man in all of kpop? I would never win an aegyo battle against him! “What do you want?” I smiled. Guess it’s good to be a girl.

“Do you have coconut juice?”

“We should…”

“Can I have some?” I looked up hopefully.

“Sure. Just a sec.” he walked into the kitchen as the front door opened.

“We’re back!” Donghae yelled. “Aaaaauuuutuuuuummmmnnn!!!!” He screamed, tackling me in a hug with a huge smile on his face. “I missed you!” My eyes widened as he squeezed me.

“C-can’t. Breathe!” He let me go and I dramatically gasped for breath.

“Are you okay?!” He panicked, hands ghosting over my ribs.

“Y-yeah! Don’t touch! It tickles!” He pulled his hands back and I ruffled his hair. “Hi, Hae oppa. How are you?”

“Good! The radio show went really well.” He bounced on the end of the couch.

“That’s good.” I noticed Kangin standing awkwardly behind Donghae, a blush on his cheeks. “Kangin-ah? What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“No…Can…uh…would you…um…that is…” He scratched at the nape of his neck as he shifted his weight back and forth.

“…Come here.” I stood up and he walked over to me. He stood in front of me, staring at his feet and his ears a burning red. Donghae just watched us. “Kangin-ah,” I said severely. He looked up at me with wide eyes… That is, until I jumped on him, clinging to him in a hug. “HI!” I cheered. He staggered under my weight for a second then laughed along with me. Success!

“Hi, Autumn-ah.”

“Autumn-ah! Ramen’s done!” Wookie yelled. I’m sure everyone is use to the shy, quiet Wookie. Now, let me tell you, when that boy yells, he yells. I’m pretty sure the whole complex heard him. I dropped off of Kangin and flew into the kitchen.

“Yay! Food!” I started slurping as soon as I sat down. “HOT!” I yelped. Sungmin set the juice in front of me and I gulped it down. “Thanks oppas.” I smiled up at them and finished eating.

Later that night, we were all sitting in the den, talking. All of the boys had managed to get off of their schedules at a reasonable hour, so we were just hanging out in front of the TV.  We were watching some Korean drama. I think it was called “Boys Over Flowers” or something like that…I wasn’t really paying attention due to EunHae trying to tickle me non-stop. It ended up with me on the other end of the sofa, hiding behind Siwon until they stopped.

“Oh!” I said suddenly. The boys all looked down at me as I was sitting upside down on the sofa, my head where my feet should be. “Do you guys have Super Show 2 on DVD?” I asked.

“Uh…” Donghae started fidgeting and glancing at his band mates.

“Yeah!” Siwon happily jumped up and grabbed it from the shelf and the others groaned. Count on Siwon to show no embarrassment. “What?” he asked innocently.

“Never mind them.” They are not going to spoil my fun. “Can we watch it?” Siwon smiled and nodded, slipping the disk in the player before coming to sit next to me again. I righted myself quickly. Ack…Too quickly. I leaned on Siwon as the world spun, pinching the bridge of my nose and trying to ward off my headache.

“Are you okay?” Siwon asked, concerned. I nodded, sitting back up and blinking a few times.

“Head rush. I’m better now, thanks.” He nodded and pressed play on the remote, skipping to the intro. I smiled to myself and curled up on the sofa, leaning lightly on Siwon. He’s a good pillow. Oh how I love these guys. Within minutes I was singing and laughing at the crazy boys on stage. “Hae-oppa? This is the show with-” I stopped talking when I felt arms snake around my waist. Whhaaat? O_O’’ I looked down at Siwon who now had his head resting on my shoulder. I was ready to smack him when I realized he was asleep. Totally forgot he was a cuddler…maybe I should try and remember those “bad habit” interviews I watched back in America…I just sighed and shook my head and got comfortable again. What a man… “Oppa, does this show have you guys preforming ‘Gee’?” Kyuhyun choked on his soda and Sungmin hid his face in Kyu’s shoulder, his ears a bright red. D’aw! KyuMin! Eunhyuk groaned and Yesung sighed.

“Y-y-yeah…Unfortunately…Let’s skip that part!” He grabbed for the remote but I smacked his hand away. Probably not the most respectful thing to do, but who cares?

“Yah! Fishy! I wanna watch it!” I stuck my tongue out at him then put the remote down my shirt. What now boys? Their eyes widened and they all turned red. I win!

“Y-y-yah! The remote!” Kangin…squeaked? Say what now? I just shrugged and grinned at him, focusing my attention back on the screen. The song was changing…and they had long hair.

“Oooo! Gee!” I tried to stand up, but felt someone hold me down. Siwon…right…I turned and poked his cheek. “Oppa?” –poke- “Oppaaaaaa” –poke poke- “Siwooooonnnn ooopppppaaaaaa~” –poke poke poke poke…pinch!- I pinched his nose and he jolted awake.

“Psalm 13!” He yelled, looking around confused. Dreaming about…church? Wooow. I had heard the rumors but…Damn.

“Oppa, let me go. I want to dance!” He blushed, realizing he was holding me and quickly let me go. I jumped over Ryeowook who was on the floor in front of me and stood by the door to the balcony.  I started dancing before looking at the screen and collapsing on the ground laughing.

“What’s so funny?!” Kangin yelled, still red. I just laughed harder, clenching my stomach. Ow…my abs.

“Kyu-Kyuhyun…Heechul…Le-Le-Leeteuk! You’re so pretty! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”I laughed even harder when Siwon came through the floor and kissed his bicep. I heard them groan and Kyu said:

“Skip the rest. I’m embarrassed  enough, thanks.”

“The remote’s still in her shirt!” Wookie squeaked, pointing at me. I was too busy rolling around laughing to notice.

“Someone get it!” Yesung said. Someone jumped on me and grabbed my hands. I stopped laughing long enough to see who it was. Eunhyuk. Of course. Stupid monkey.

“Give us the remote!”

“Never!”

“I’ll grab it! I swear I will!”

“You wouldn’t dare!” He pinned my hands over my head and sat on my legs. Well, I’m stuck. “Stupid monkey! Anchovy!”

“Remote!”

“No! I like this song and you guys look freaking hilarious!” Eunhyuk moved one hand down to the hem of my shirt. O.O

“God is watching! God is watching! God is –mmpff!” Huh, Kangin must have shut up Siwon.

“Move another centimeter and you’re dead, Lee Hyukjae,” I growled.

“Give me the remote then.”

“No!”

“You’re loss!” He slid his hand under my shirt and I yelped. My God his hands are freezing!

“Idiot! ert! Get off! ! RAAAAPPPPPEEEEE!” I tried to wiggle loose, but to no avail. Stupid muscles…Never thought I’d say that. -_-

“That’s enough monkey.” Eunhyuk was lifted off of me and I skirted to hide behind the sofa. I peeked over the arm and saw Kyu holding a pouting Eunhyuk by the collar of his shirt.

“ert,” I hissed. I grabbed the remote out of my shirt and dropped it on the sofa. “I’m going to bed. If anyone –ANYONE- who is not Sungmin-ah or Ryeowook-ah bothers me, I swear they will no longer get to have kids.” They all nodded, eyes wide and I slunk to my room.  When I got there, I shut my door, making sure to lock it this time, and stripped out of my shirt and pants before collapsing on my bed.  “I can’t believe Lindsay likes that stupid monkey. And she even calls him innocent!” I threw my head back onto the pillow, letting out a sigh. My mind began to wander as I stared at the textured ceiling. Mind you, as I said before, this is a very dangerous thing for me to do.

Why did Soo Man put me with these idiots? Wait, idiots? No, that’s just Hyuk…The others are fine for now. But, why? The chances of a scandal…Why would he put the boys through that risk right after Teukie left? Should I even trust him? That’s a dumb question. Of course I should trust him! He could give me my break! Why am I having doubts now? Aish… I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands until I saw sparks, groaning when there was a knock at my door.

“What?!” I snapped, in no mood to be bothered. I was sore and pissed.

“It’s Sungmin and Ryeowook,” Sungmin called. I sighed.

“Just a second.” Sure, send in the two I won’t kill. Nice plan guys. I got up and threw on some shorts and a loose shirt before unlocking and opening the door. “What?” I glared at Sungmin, knowing I wouldn’t be able to look mad if I caught Ryeowook’s gaze. “I really just want to sleep.”

“May we come in?” He asked, aegyo-ing it up. I felt my eye twitch. I rubbed my face and sighed.

“If I say no, you’ll come in anyways.” I left the door and fell back on my bed. They followed and Wookie sat down at the foot of my bed and started playing with his hands while Sungmin took the desk chair. “What do you guys want?”

“We’re sorry!” Wookie blurted. O_O

“What? What for?” Wookie looked near tears. Nononono! Don’t cry Wookie! Don’t cry!

“For what Hyukjae did,” Sungmin clarified. “He doesn’t always think before he does stuff.” I nodded. Understatement of the millennia.

“You’re mad. I’m sorry Autumn-ah!” Wookie tackled me in a hug and started crying into my shirt. I wrapped my arms around him on impulse and started rocking him back and forth, cooing to him softly.

“Shh. Don’t cry sweetheart.” Crap crap CRAP! Thank Shisus Teukie isn’t here. O.o Scary mother leader…  >.< I looked up at Sungmin with panicked eyes. “What do I do?” I mouthed. Sungmin just shrugged and watched me. Fat lot of good you are, Rabbit. I kept rocking Wookie, cooing to him like a child to try and calm him down. His sobs soon turned into shakes and hiccups as he calmed down. When he was still, I looked down, pulling his hair out of his face. The boy was asleep! Sungmin chuckled lightly from his seat and I sighed, looking up at him. “I’m not mad. Okay, lie. I’m mad at the anchovy, but that’s it. Other than that, I’m just frustrated and stressed. That stupid chimp knows how to push me to my breaking point.” I shrugged, gently petting Wookie’s hair.

“Just don’t kill him. He has more fangirls than you think.” I shuddered at the thought of violent, jealous ELFs chasing me with torches and pitch forks.

“Oh, don’t worry. Lindsay would kill me. No promises I won’t get revenge.” I smiled to myself. He’s gonna get it. I wonder if Kyuhyun has red hair dye…

“Why do you need red hair dye?” o_o I said that out loud?! Damn…

“No reason…I’m thinking about dying my purple streaks red!” Yeah, let’s go with that. He quirked and eyebrow at me then shrugged.

“…Are you a mom, by chance?” My head snapped up and it took ALL my self-control to not start screaming and wake Ryeowook and the rest of the complex.

“NO!” Did I really look old enough to be a mother? I’m 20 for Christ’s sake! “I’m 21 here. Way too young to be a mother! Why?” He pointed at Ryeowook.

“That was a very motherly thing to do. You’ve done nothing but take care of us since you got here. You’re like Teukie hyung.” He shrugged and smiled at me. I’m…like Teukie? O.o

“No, I’m not a mom. I want to be, but not yet. I just helped my mother a lot. I helped her take care of my two younger siblings after…” I trailed off, still playing with Ryeowook’s hair.

“Oh…right. Sorry.” Sungmin played with his hands nervously. I shrugged.

“It is what it is. Can I go to bed now oppa?” Sungmin nodded, smiling kindly at me. “Wookie-ah. Wake up oppa.” He groaned and his eyes fluttered open.

“Wha?”

“You fell asleep on me again. Come on, let’s get you to bed now.” I helped him off the bed and led him through the den to his room. Sungmin followed me, quietly walking into his room. “Good night oppa,” I whispered as he fell asleep. “Duerme bien, mi corazon.” I brushed his bangs out of his face and pecked his forehead before leaving and pulling his door shut. He’s just too cute for words.

 Walking past the den to go back to my room was like walking into a solid wall. The awkward was tangible. I glanced into the den and saw a worried Yesung, pouting Donghae and uninterested Kyuhyun. The others must have gone off to bed already. “Good night all.” I waved half-heartedly and padded back into my room. That night, I was plagued with dreams. They weren’t all bad, but they ranged from eating ice cream with my friends to ELFs killing me to making out with Kyuhyun to beating on Eunhyuk to watching a KISS concert. Why? Don’t know. 

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F0rever15: MIANHAE!!!! MIAN MIAN MIAN!!!!! It's been months since I've posted on this story and I am so sorry for that! I'd normally say school was the issue, and it has been, partially, but I've also been lackin inspiration in a lot of my works, from drawings to writing. BUT! Now I'm on Winter Break and I've had time to think on this story a bit and inspiration has come back to me a bit. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Kyuhyun: VIXX has taken center stage in your life this time.

F0rever15: KYUHYUN!

Siwon: VIXX? But what about us?

Sungmin: You still haven't said if I'm completely healthy yet.

Autumn: YOU MADE ME A MODLE?! YOU MADE ME MODLE WITH KYUHYUN?!

Kyuhyun: YAH!

Autumn: CAN IT MAKNAE!

Ryeowook: Don't fight guys, it stresses Author-nim out.

F0rever15: ....I've created a monster.

Autumn: YAH!!!

Yesung: Well, while they're fighting, I'll take this moment to say thank you to everyone who is still following our journey here. Believe me when I say Author-nim really apreciates it. 

Donghae: Yeah! And please don't forget to comment and subscribe. And tell your friends about us too! Author-nim would be really happy if you did!

Shindong: Thank you for all of your support for us. We also haven't recieved any letters from the readers yet, and that makes us sad. If you have something you want to tell us or ask us or say about us, feel free to write us a letter and send it to f0rever15 as a message and we'll answer it in the next chapter! If we get enough, we may just dedicate a chapter to answering fanmail!

Super Junior: THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING AND SEE YOU NEXT TIME!!!!

F0rever15: *sigh* Thaks guys. <3

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