(Patricia POV)

Yoseob and I were lying down on the sand, drying off.  We were both soaking with salt water, but that didn’t bother me.  I glanced at Yoseob a lot of times, admiring his adorableness.  He had really chubby cheeks.  I sat up and looked down at him.  He frowned, worried, and said, sitting up,

“Gwen chan ah?  Is something wrong?”

I shook my head.  I leaned towards him and pinched his left cheek.  He let out a surprise gasp and said, rubbing it,

“Appa… (idk if this is how you spell “hurt” in Korean)”

I began laughing.  His cheeks were really chubby.  I sighed and stood up.

“We should probably head back now.  Cristi might be worrying like crazy about me.”

Yoseob pouted.  He probably had an idea of what I was talking about.  Yoseob got up and wiped the sand off his .  Yoseob was about to say something to me, when an all too familiar voice shrieked from behind us,

“YAH!”

We both turned around.  I frowned.  That familiar Korean fan girl and her mob of girls were standing across from us.  Yoseob cursed under his breath and slipped his hand into mine.

“We should start running…”

He tried to pull me, but I slipped my hand out from his.  I said, turning to him,

“I am NOT going to keep running.  I am tired from running and I find it useless to run.”

Yoseob groaned and said, (in Korean cause don’t forget, Patricia isn’t Korean),

“Stop being stubborn.  I don’t want you to get hurt.”

We wouldn’t have had time to outrun them though because they were too close to us already.  The “leader” of the fans said, in English although it didn’t sound that great,

“Who the heck do you think you are, hanging around with my Yoseob?”

I let out a laugh and said, raising an eyebrow,

“Your Yoseob?  Yang Yoseob is MINE and I don’t care what you say.”

Huh…that sounded right.  “Yang Yoseob is mine…”  Yep…that sounds right.

(Yoseob POV)

“Your Yoseob?  Yang Yoseob is MINE and I don’t care what you say.”

The only words that I caught were my name and the word “mine” coming from Patricia’s mouth.  My eyes widened.  Does she remember me?  But I already knew that answer.  She didn’t remember me, but she still called me hers.  A smile crept onto my lips then quickly disappeared.  This girl is trying to court death…

The Korean girl that was arguing with Patricia said, angry,

“DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!”

I was aware of what she said and I quickly went into action.

“So beautiful my girl oh oh girl oh oh girl sigani jinado

nugu boda naega deo deo deo neoreul akkyeo julge my girl modu da julge

niga eodi itdeun dalryeo galsu itseo

neo neo ege e ege oh oh”

All the arguing disappeared, silence engulfing us all as I continued singing.  All of the fans and Patricia stared at me, eyes wide.  After I finished, everyone broke in screams of amazement, screaming my name.  Patricia looked like she had just seen an angel and she looked really cute.  I said, (in Korean),

“Please don’t hurt her.  She’s my cousin from America.  She doesn’t understand Korean so I’m sorry.”

The “leader” nodded, sighing.

“We’re sorry.  We’ll leave you guys alone now…”

And they all walked off.  I looked at Patricia.  She was still staring at me.

(Patricia POV)

He had the most beautiful voice I had ever heard.  It was a sweet voice and it was a voice that I knew for some reason.  I said, not caring that he wasn’t going to understand me,

“Your voice is beautiful…”