“This is the last box, right?”   Donghae nodded, placing the said box on the living room’s center table. He let his eyes wander around the place. It was a two storey house with a living room, kitchen, dining room, three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It’s not as big as the manor of the Lee’s but it’s enough for Hyukjae to live in. Hyukjae and her father agreed on her living in this house she picked herself since reporters tend to camp around the mansion every now and then, more often than not they were interested in Lee Won Jun’s new woman rather than his business ventures. The couldn’t afford to expose Hyukjae and her real connection with Lee Won Jun, since reporters and their ways to find out the truth were really scary, so until they could find a solution that would be of convenience of both parties, Hyukjae especially, they agreed to ‘hide’ her in this house. She could have stayed with Donghae to be honest, but Lee Won Jun promised to visit her as often as he could so they could build their relationship and knowing they won’t be able to do it if she’s going to stay with Donghae, they agreed. The feeling’s great, Hyukjae thought, knowing her father’s serious in starting all over again with her.   It was a relief too that Mrs. Lee, Donghae’s mother, didn’t ask further when she was told that Hyukjae’s moving out. They came up with the story that Hyukjae’s a distant relative of the Lees, thus explaining why Lee Won Jun appeared in their house before. Donghae’s mother had the look that she wanted to ask for more, but she was tactful enough to kept in inside and let Hyukjae be, she wasn’t the type to invade someone’s personal life anyway. She thanked Hyukjae instead, for everything she did for Donghae, from the scholarship to the way she had helped Donghae opened up with his feelings again since his father’s death. She made the girl swore that she’ll be visiting them every now and then.   Now the hitches actually ascended when Donghae turned all sulky and pouty upon Hyukjae’s leaving. Of course he understood Hyukjae wanted to have a time for her dad and he’s indeed happy for the progress in their relationship but of course, well.. he’ll just really miss having Hyukjae around.   It was a Sunday morning, Donghae volunteered on helping Hyukjae move her things to the new house.   When he was done surveying the area, he turned to face Hyukjae who was staring at him, a pout on her lips. Donghae cocked an eyebrow and Hyukjae scoffed, flicking his nose lightly before placing her hands on her waist. “I was copying your expression. What’s with the pout?”, she asked with a light frown and comprehending the question, the pout reflexively appeared on his face again. He was shaking his head though and Hyukjae could just chuckle right there and then because Donghae’s being undeniably cute with all the lips-pursing and head-shaking he’s doing.   “Are you that sulky that I’m leaving? You look like I’m moving out of your life!”, she said as if she’s thinking that Donghae had the most ridiculous reaction ever but in reality she’s loving every bit of it. She noticed, behind the glasses and the resentful face, was a scarlet blush, confirming her words that yes, Donghae’s that sulky. “Aww, you’re going to miss me! You’ll be missing my presence in your room right? And you used to kick me out of your bed then and now you—“ “Quit it.”, Donghae snapped, trying to sound threatening but failing to do so with, yet again, another pout that followed. “Awww such a cute Donghae~”, Hyukjae teased, poking his cheek a few more times to which Donghae responded with a blank stare, giving in to the truth that yes, he’ll be missing Hyukjae. “Aish, why are you like this we would see each other in school anyway!”, but this didn’t seem to alleviate Donghae because nothing in his expression changed. It’s not like he’s really mourning over this and he knew it’s not like he won’t be seeing Hyukjae ever again but then it’s still different that they used to sleep in the same room, eat in the same dining table, live under the same roof.  It’s just a little annoying that they have to separate just when they just got together.   “Stop sulking already. Here, give me your phone.”, Hyukjae ordered, but when Donghae seemed to ponder first with what she just said, she took the liberty to search it in his pocket and pulled it out. There was an expression of surprise, a soft ‘oh’ the moment she opened Donghae’s phone and it was then did Donghae remembered what must be the reason to such reaction. “Aeee~ you really like me that much, do you?”, she teased even more, although there was a faint flush on her cheeks as well. Donghae didn’t answer, it’s as if he could still deny when Hyukjae’s showing him the picture of herself as Donghae’s phone wallpaper. The redhead bit on her lip but she was smiling as she tapped on the boy’s phone, and without a warning she put an arm around Donghae’s neck, hauling the boy’s face close to her own as she rose Donghae’s phone before them.   “Picture!”, she declared, to which had Donghae a little lost at first but then intuitively smiling for the camera. Hyukjae captured it and grinned happily when she found the picture came out prettily. She started tapping on Donghae’s phone again, her one arm still around the other’s neck, their faces still close together. “I was actually planning to set this picture as your wallpaper but I think I love seeing my face on your phone more so.. maybe print this out, enlarge it and hang it in your room?”, she asked, turning to the boy and was a little surprise seeing how close they were she could practically count his lashes.   She saw how Donghae gulped, his eyes fixed on hers, his lips starting to form a pout but Hyukjae noticed it was sort of different this time. Seconds later he was already leaning closer, his eyes in a half-lid as his gaze focused on her lips. Her eyes widened upon the realization of what Donghae’s planning to do and hurriedly leaned back, pushing Donghae as she eyed him accusingly. “Ya! It’s too early for kissy kissy, you ert.”, she uttered, her hands cupping her face as she felt it heating up. She meant to tease initially, but it just dawned on her that DONGHAE WANTED TO KISS HER. And the way he seemed to be stun with her words for a moment, before rubbing his nape sheepishly and refused to look at her again wasn’t of help to tame Hyukjae’s rapid beating heart.   “We should continue arranging my stuff.”, she announced, getting hold of the box Donghae just put on the center table earlier but found it was a little too heavy she ended putting it back again. She looked for something else that could keep her occupied, or at least something that would make her look occupied when Donghae called.   “Hey, uhmm..”, he started, gulped, before waving his phone on Hyukjae. “Aren’t you going to take a picture of us to save on your phone too?”, he asked, and then pressed his lips together, as if getting shy all of a sudden for asking about it. Hyukjae blinked, processing what Donghae just said because what the hell, everything that’s been happening still seemed to be too surreal. A smile crept on her lips when she finally understood, tucking her hair on her ear as she faced Donghae again. “There’s no need for it.”, she uttered and Donghae quirked an eyebrow. Hyukjae grinned. “You’re already in here.”, she said, tapping her right chest two times before winking at Donghae. She then turned and found pictures of her and Donghae’s family in Mokpo inside the box; she picked it up and said she’ll be placing it in her bedroom, rushing in the said place without looking back. Donghae on the other hand watched her retreating back, suppressing a smile but failing to do so as he scratched a non-existing itch on his nape once again.   -   When Donghae walked in his b