"We're here!" I said and my aunt came out of the kitchenand came towards us. Waiting at the door.

"Oh? You must be Kyungsoo!" my aunt said and smiled widely. Here she goes...

"Ah ye." he said and bowed.

"Aigooo such a nice boy! Come in you two the food is ready!" she said and smiled at us but especially at Kyungsoo.

I stared at my aunt and formed the words "Don't!" with my lips. She acted like she didn't see and went to the kitchen. We followed her silently.

"You two can sit down." she said and we sat down without a word. The atmosphere was pretty awkward. Because no one of us knew what we should talk about. So we kept silent. I stood up.

"Where are you going?" my aunt asked.

"Toilet." I replied and she nodded. She wanted to place the food on the table and kyungsoo stood up.

"Let me help you." he said and helped my aunt while I rolled my eyes and went to the toilet. After a while I came back and saw them chatting in the kitchen.

"Oh? MiYeon ah you're back? You two eat, I have some things to do." we nodded and she left.

"Let's eat." I said and sat down at the opposite of him. We started to eat and still felt uncomfortable. We finished eating quickly and Kyungsoo helped to clean everything and then we started to do our homework on the big kitchen table.

"Are you always so polite?" I asked.

"Why? Should I be rude?" he joked. 

"Ani. What did you two talk about earlier?" I asked him and looked at him.

"Just about this and that...Your aunt seems nice. What about your parents?" he explained and you smiled.

"She is like a mum for me." I said and my face got a weird expression. "Since I don't have one anymore..." I added with a low voice and looked down.

"Oh sory, I didn't mean to-" he started but I interrupted him.

"It's fine. You couldn't know that my parents died a year ago." I said and tears formed.

"Sorry." he apologised again. He looked at me all worried.

"I told you it's okay." actually it felt good to talk to someone about it. "There is something else i want to talk about but you may not wanna hear it." I still looked down.

"You can tell me if you want. I won't tell anyone." he said and smiled.

"You know when I came to school today, when I looked so whacked." he nodded with a serious face.

"It was really that I didn't sleep much. Because I had a terrible nightmare. So I woke up in the middle of the night and the I couldn't fall asleep again because I was still in shock." I stopped talking. I was hard for me to say that.

"I dreamed that my parents died in front of me. I felt so real like it was really happening and I just stood there and watched and couldn't do anything."