"Joongie! Come here baby." The middle aged woman called her son.

A six years old boy scampered over to the place Changmin and the woman were. When he noticed the unfamiliar face he tilted his head and sent his mother a questioning look. She squatted next to his younger and only son and patted his hair.

"This is Changmin. He'll spend summer with us. He's four, that means you're a hyung now, take care of him ne?" She explained with a smile.

Jaejoong examined the young boy in front of him and smiled cutely.

"You bought me a friend?" He said with bright eyes.

Jaejoong's mom chuckled and look the toddler that was watching his son carefully, visibly curious.

"You can't buy friends, pretty." She said to her son, amused.

"Pretty?" Changmin whispered as he looked the older boy.

That was the nickname she used to call his son when he was acting cute. But to Changmin, it was his hyung's name. A little too young and shy to clarify, he didn't think much and used it as if it was his hyung's real name.

Years passed by, it became a habit, his habit.

Even after fifteen years, Jaejoong was still his pretty.