A/N: hi again.

This one will just be short, since it was originally the last part of the previous chapter.

That night, I wasn’t able to sleep at all.

I could hear Junsu snoring and mumbling incoherently in his sleep on the mattress on the floor beside my bed. But as for me, no matter how much I tossed and turned in my bed, sleep just wouldn’t come to me at all.

Giving up, I threw off my comforter and decided to go down the kitchen for something to drink. I climbed out of bed, walked around Junsu’s sleeping form, and left the room. When I got down the stairs, though, I paused, seeing light coming out from the kitchen. As I got nearer, I heard someone muttering in frustration in there.

It was Yoochun, sitting on the table and eating a sandwich.

“Heya, oppa,” I greeted him quietly.

Yoochun still nearly jumped out of his skin, though.

“Jesus, Erin! You scared me!” he huffed.

“I noticed,” I replied, smirking a bit, as I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. “Hungry, are you?” I asked, gesturing at Yoochun’s huge sandwich as I sat down opposite him.

Yoochun nodded. “Starving, as I hardly got to eat anything at dinner,” he said quietly. Then, he frowned at his sandwich, as though it had just insulted him. “It’s nowhere near as good as the sandwiches that Jaejoong hyung makes, though.”

“Why don’t you wake him up and get him to make you one, then?” I suggested, grinning widely.

“And end up getting murdered for waking him up in the dead of the night? No, thanks. I’ll stick to my own pathetic sandwich,” he snorted, about to take another bite out of his sandwich. He paused, though, and offered it to me. “Want a bite?”

“Better not tell Changmin that you’re offering food to me instead of to him,” I snickered, before taking a bite.

“I think what I better not tell him is that I’m alone with you in the dead of the night, sharing one sandwich together,” Yoochun muttered under his breath.

I looked at him questioningly, before just shaking my head, leaving it be. I’m learning better now than to question whatever they’re suddenly muttering in Korean.

“It’s not pathetic,” I said instead, chewing the chicken, ham, and cheese. “It’s quite good, actually.”

“It’s nothing compared to the ones hyung makes, but thanks, anyway. Want me to make you one?”

I nodded eagerly, suddenly feeling hungry all of a sudden.

“Thanks, oppa,” I said a few minutes later when he handed me my own sandwich. “I just realized now that I’m starving as well!”

“Yeah, well, none of us was really able to eat dinner, right?” Yoochun said, his face growing somber at the reminder of what happened at dinner.

I nodded slowly. “Yeah… I’m just- I’m just really surprised Mr. Han was able to get it settled so fast. I wanted it over with, but I didn’t think it could happen this fast,” I repeated my sentiments at dinner.

“Yes, well, when Mr. Han wants something done, it gets done,” Yoochun nodded. “And fast.”

“So, I see, oppa.”

We just ate in silence for a while.

“You know,” I said suddenly, swallowing a mouthful of bread. “I suppose it really is better that we get this over with, right? Better sooner than later, and all that?”

Yoochun nodded slowly. “Yes, but I’m still worried about what the final decisions would be.”

“Come off it, oppa. There’s no way that you guys wouldn’t be proven right. We’ve got hard evidences against SM.”

“SM plays dirty. They’re not above to paying huge sums of money to get their way.”

“Mr. Han would never let anyone involved in judging the case to be bribed into following SM’s wishes,” I pointed out.

“I suppose that’s true…”

“Just think of the brighter side, Yoochun oppa. No matter what, when this whole lawsuit is done, you guys will be able to breathe easier… And I’ll be able to go back home,” I added quietly, a wistful look on my face.

Yoochun suddenly put down his sandwich and stared at me.

“What?” I asked, unnerved by the look he was giving me.

“Nothing. I just- I just-“ Yoochun shook his head. “I just forgot that you’re going to go back home. No matter how much you speak about what happens in ‘your time’, I still forget that you don’t really belong in our time.”

“Well, I haven’t forgotten,” I said, my words coming out more sharply than I had intended. I realized how bitter it might have sounded, so I added qui