{Erika's POV}

I wake up to the sound of the front door slamming shut downstairs. The first thing I notice is that I'm alone in the room. Wasn't Hyukjae here when I fell asleep? Where did he go? I look at the clock to see that it's a bit passed 8. My stomach growls and I realize that I'm starving.

I get up from the bed and walk out of the room unsteadily, my body still tired and unable to fully support itself. I stumble down the stairs, hoping to find Hyukjae and then find something to eat.

He's not in the living room. Only Sungmin and Ryeowook are in the den. He's not in the front hall. He's not anywhere upstairs. And finally, he's not in the kitchen. I sigh and pull open the fridge door, hoping to find something to eat. I rummage through but I can't find much. There's left over ramen... But it's the spicy kind. I wrinkle my nose. I have no tolerance for spicy food. So I instead go for the almost empty bag of carrots. I put them in a bowl move to the living room. I sit on the couch and turn on the TV. For some reason, I feel rather lonely all by myself. Seriously, where did Hyukjae go? Maura and Yesung aren't here either... Was he abducted by them?

I listen to the news reporter guy on TV go on and on about stocks or something for a few minutes. But it's just boring. So I try to doze off but that seems impossible since I've already gotten so much sleep today. But I try and be persistant condidering the fact that there's nothing else to do.

My eyes are still closed when I feel someone sit next to me on the couch. "You're still tired?" I open my eyes to see Donghae smiling at me. I immediately smile back. My savior!

"No. I'm just bored as hell." I reply.

"Oh, well then maybe I should keep you company." He chuckles and throws his arm around my shoulders. I lean in to him, completely forgetting about how it would make Hyukjae feel if he saw us. I mean, it's just like a friendly hug.

I notice something strange in his other hand, on his lap. He's gripping on to it tightly and his hand seems to be trembling around it, as if he's nervous, despite the smile on his face. "Donghae-ah, what's that?" I ask, pointing at whatever's in his hand.

"Oh, this?" He asks, lifting the object up, his voice faking surprise. I can now see that it's something long hidden beneath a piece of fabric. "I've been working on a magic trick. Would you like to see it?" A magic trick? Well, that seems random. But at the same time, entertaining.

"What kind of magic trick?" I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder and looking up at him.

"Hmmm... A musical one." He replies, smiling.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that it involves a little bit of singing and dancing. Do you want to see it or not?" He's now grinning mischieviously.

"Sure, why not?" I reply. He slowly disattaches himself from me and stands up in the middle of the living room. I use the remote to turn the TV off so that it doesn't distract me. Not that some program about baby poisonous snakes really interests me anyway. I'm more interested in finding out what's underneath that fabric.

He stands there unmoving for a few seconds but eventually he begins. He starts singing a song about a beautiful girl. I'm completely captivated by his dance moves as he sings. His body moves so smoothly and in perfect time to the rythm that he's creating with his voice.

"Do you know or not, know or not that you’re very pretty, beautiful girl
Even if you call me crazy I still like you, beautiful girl
Someone tell this to my baby, to my baby that I’m here,
that I’m waiting (Baby, you turn it up now)

You’re neither yes nor no, yes nor no; say something, beautiful girl
If I had your heart, I’d just be the winner of life
This world’s logic, logic is to follow, guys who are brave,
Guys like me

Old sayings say that picking ten times Is going overboard, shrug, shrug, shrug
That girl is a powerful enemy, She’s unmoveable, pout, pout, pout
What will I do, what will I do? That girl is my only interest

Bounce to you, bounce to you, my heart is beating so fast for you
to the point it can’t be caught; Attracted to you and is beating so fast that I can’t get you
Break it down to you, down to you, if my heart
Can’t get you it’s gonna stop (Look at me)

Will you look or not look or not look or not at a guy like me
You neglect, neglect, neglect me even if you turn around
Even if you look and look, look and look, look and look, there’s no one else but me
Whether you look or not, look or not, look or not (Baby, you turn it up now)

What should I buy, buy, buy, buy as a present for you
Oh, I’m going to go crazy from your image That I’ll like even just thinking about it,"

As he sings those last few lines, he unwraps the item in his hand to reveal a gorgeous red rose. My heart starts beating fast as a speeding train in my chest. I'm completely shocked. By everything. His amazing voice, his amazing dancing skills, and the rose. He seems to be implying that it's for me, that I'm the beautiful girl that he's singing about. I can tell by the way he's looking at me, the way he's singing while staring at me the whole time. But he's not ready to give the rose up yet. He seems to be teasing me. And then his voice drifts off in to a new, entirely different song. It has a cuter, sweeter feel to it and the beat is much slower.