Hayoung's point of view

Slowly rising from my seat, I squint my eyes wondering whether I was hallucinating or it was really her standing across the garden from me. "Sung-mi?" I call out again, but this time a bit louder. "Hayoung?" She replied, her voice the same familiar tone I remembered. Suddenly in a blur, she had her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. "It's really you!" She cried. 

After a long moment, still surprised, I pulled her back. " What are you doing here?" I never expected to see her here of all places, hundreds of miles away from the orphanage. Suddenly appearing from behind, Minho joined our side, grinning his smoldering charismatic smile. 

"Minho…" I said, surprised to see him. He laughed at the stunned tone of my voice. "I'm guessing Mr. Yong hasn't said anything?" Shaking my head, Joori stood up, entering the conversation. " This was the big surprise? Minho? Here, I thought I would finally get to meet a hallyu star like Super Junior." She sighed jokingly in disappointment. 

"I see your as harsh as ever, Joori. I haven't been here since the Centennial, and this is how your treat your senior?" He raised a hand, playfully threatening her. She stepped back in defense laughing. " Welcome back, but what are you doing here? I thought you were in America on tour." 

"We were, but I took an earlier plane back to Korea. Shinee's filming a commercial close by here, and when I heard you guys were near by, I thought I should visit." Minho explained. 

" Minho came by the orphanage saying he was going to visit you, so I asked him to let me tag along to see you!" Sung-mi beamed. Smiling, I couldn't help but feel a bubbly warmness in my chest. 

Clearing , Joori looked at me. "Oh! Um… Everyone this is Sung-mi, a childhood friend of mine at the orphanage. Sung-mi, this is Joori, Youngmin, his brother Kwangmin, and our  producer Mr. Yong. 

Once the greeting were exchanged and introductions were made, I recalled Sung-mi say the words "herself." Looking around, I searched for signs of her brother. " Are you here by yourself? What about Youngchul?" She shook her head, sighing. " He had to stay and take care of restaurant." Bitting my lip, I remembered how their father had been at the hospital since last october, and Youngchul had to take over the business. 

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Kwangmin's point of view

"Well there's plenty of room. Please join us." Mr. Yong offered. Scooting over, Minho sat next to me and Youngmin as I silently sighed. Just what we needed, Minho to get in my way. I wonder what Youngmin is thinking right now? 

Annoyingly biting into a his shrimp tempura, I watched Youngmin's obviously disturbed face. Besides me, Joori too had the expression of worry over who Sung-mi was to Hayoung, perhaps even jealousy. Staring at Hayoung, I saw something I did not recognize, it was new. The gleam in her eyes were even brighter, her smile was even gentler, it was the smile of her past. 

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Youngmin's point of view

After dinner, we had an hour before we would head to the filming set. Hayoung and Sung-mi had left first, wanting to catch up. She glanced back at me, smiling, assuring me she would be back soon. Watching her leave, I sighed, wondering when I would ever have time alone with her again. With her friend here and Minho here, things would get a lot more chaotic. 

"Youngmin?" Dong Hyun tapped me on the shoulder. Looking up from my chair, I studied his grim expression. " Marie's here." He said softly, regretful to share the bad news. Yet again, I jinxed myself to think nothing else could go wrong. "Marie? Marie An'twan as in your ex-girlfriend?" Minho asked, perking up. Closing my eyes, I rubbed the bridge of my nose. 

"Ugh! Fire that driver immediately!" I heard a familiar shrilling voice behind me in the distance at the lobby. As the words became clearer, I could recognize Marie in one of her angry rants. "Mother, he was the worse driver I have ever had. I am going to need an appointment with the acupuncture clinic because my body hurts so much from the uneven roads!" She yelled in to her phone. " If you don't send me another chaffer by tomorrow, I swear I will tell daddy!" Hanging up the phone, she stomped her foot, cursing in french. 

"Oh, Youngmin!" She suddenly smoothed her messy hair, and cleared . " I didn't know you were there." Awkwardly half grinning, I greeted her. " Was it hard getting here by car?" I asked, regardless of the fact I already knew the answer. " Uh… of course not." She said through gritted teeth. "Just a little tiresome is al-" Suddenly she gasped. " Minho! What in god's name are you doing here?" She asked in disgusted. 

"Here we go" I thought, recalling the past when Minho and Marie had their own personal feuding. They could never stay in the same room without breathing down on each other's neck. " Been a while Marie, I see you haven't changed." Minho said politely, yet meaning negative comment in his remark. Shuddering, she rolled her eyes as she sat in the seat besides me. Trying to place her hand between my arm, I immediately stand up, pretending to have to go to the bathroom. This was going to be a long night…

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Hayoung's point of view

Sitting down by the pool, I placed my bare feet into the warm water. Beginning to feel the relaxation, I sigh in contempt. " It's beautiful here." Sung-mi breathed, looking around the zen garden. "I know. Its like we are in a different world, isn't it." For a long second, she was quiet. 

"Sung-mi?" I turned towards her, who was looking away. "What's wrong?" Slowly, she looked up at me, smiling sadly. "It's like your in a different world." She corrected. "What?" I asked, confused. 

" Since the last time I saw you, you've changed. Now, don't take this the wrong way Hayoung. You are still the best friend I know and love, but I almost barely recognized you." She laughed. Touching my hair, I began to wonder if cutting it was a bad idea. " Is it really that bad?" I asked. Chuckling, she sighed. " No, I liked your long hair but this is refreshing. Besides, it isn't your appearance that I'm talking about. Sure you look different, but what I mean is inside. You aren't the shy and unsure girl from the orphanage anymore Hayoung…" 

Grinning, I brush my bangs back. " A lot has happened Sung-mi. A lot," I started to explain the school, how I met the twins, how I appeared on a mazagine cover because of the centennial, and finally how the director of the music video was my mother. 

"Eh!!" She shouted. " Han Yoo Jin is your mother?" Quickly covering , I desperately hushed her while looking around the deserted garden, making sure no one was around. " I know, I know. It's crazy." I let go once she shook her head, promising to be quiet. "Does anyone else know?" I shook my head. " No body… except Youngmin." 

"Youngmin? He was that blonde boy from dinner, right?" Nodding, I explained how they were from the band boyfriend. " No wonder I though I recognized him and his brother… On the way here, in the seoul train station, there was a huge poster of them. I smiled, proud of their popularity. "Youngmin… he likeS you doesn't he?" My eyes widened at her sudden question. "And it's not just him, is it? His brother too?" Silent for a long moment, I nodded. " How did you know?"

"I could tell just by the way they look at you." Laughing, she also pointed out how she could tell by the way they wanted to punch Minho when he was by my side. Chuckling, I breathed deeply. " What about you?" I asked, wondering what has been happening since I left.

" It hasn't been the same since you left, I can tell you that. Mr. Soh is still working at the school, and managing the orphanage. After you left, the orphanage had been under renovation, and we finally have a music room." I smiled, not telling her the money came from a deal which was made by my agreement to leave. "We were able to buy back your old piano. It has a small crack on one of the legs because stupid Youngchul banged it against the moving truck, but it still plays like before…." Suddenly, she grew quiet. 

"Are you ever going to come back?" Her voice was soft, almost inaudible. " I… I don't know." It was quiet for a long time, when my cellphone rang on the stone floor. "Hello?" I asked the unknown number. " Hayoung? It's me, Dong Hyun. I'm using the hotel phone right now, but it's time to start heading to the film set."

After hanging up, I dried my feet on a white towel, and unrolled my jeans back down. " What happened to your leg?" Sung-mi pointed at the blue bruise. Biting my lip, I wondered what I should say. " I'll tell you on the way… it's a long story."

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Kwangmin's point of view

"The cast will be divided into two. Dong Hyun, Jeongmin, Hyun Seong, and Kwangmin, you guys will be filming your individual singing scenes at the koi fish springs. Hayoung and Youngmin, you two will be at the cabin lodge, filming your combined scene." 

Regretfully leaving Youngmin and Hayoung, I up my longing to stay and dragged Minho with me towards the Koi fish springs. "Hey, I wanna be with Hayoung!" Minho complained as I pulled the hood of his jacket. " We are going to need your help. You are the Shinee's posing specialist right?" I pretended to flatter him. " Well… if you guys really need me, then I guess I have no choice." Rolling my eyes, I sighed at how easy it was to make him follow along. "Bye Hayoung! I'll see you later, good luck!" He shouted towards her, as she waved back. " Let's go." I pulled harder. As if I'd let you anywhere near her.

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Hayoung's point of view

"I'll help Sung-mi to our room." Coordinator unnie said. " Are you sure you don't want to come." I asked as I was getting in the car. " I told you, I'll be fine. Just focus on doing well!" She raised her fist in encouragement as I closed the door. 

Inside the van, I couldn't help but start feeling a bit nervous.  It was the first time we were alone since morning. It was such an endlessly surprising day that being alone in the silence was more then a shift in mood. As the car pulled out of the smooth pavement, I stole a glance at Youngmin, who was looking outside the window. Biting my lip, my eyebrow furrowed, wondering what he was thinking.

It was silent for a long moment. The only sounds were the brushing of branches against the glass of the windows, and thudding of the tires hitting pot holes.  Breathing out, I picked at my bangs, wondering what our line-less scene was going to be. "I'm curious too…" Turning my head, I faced Youngmin, taken aback at his remark.

"You're thinking about the script right?" He asked, pinpointing my thoughts immediately. "  What do you think it'll be?" I asked, glad I wasn't the only one thinking about the mystery of the Mr. Yong saying there were no lines. " Why is it just us?" 

Suddenly the car came to a slow stop. "I think we're here." I said, pulling aside the curtain, revealing a small homely cabin. Stepping outside, the air was chillier then before as I recognized we were in the forest. "Over here!" Mr. Yong waved us into the wooden house. Inside, bright lights shined at one part of the house as Mr. Yong and an unknown man were sitting around a dinning table. Looking around, the house was cutely decorated, with youthful  yet romance accessories. 

"Meet the assistant director Kang Sanghyun. He will be directing tonight's shoot. " Smiling, he introduced himself as a college friend of Mr. Yong. "I guess you two are wondering what you guys are doing here in the middle of the forest." Nodding, I bit my lip in anticipation. Youngmin by my side, shuffled his feet.

"Here, you guys will be filming your memory scene where you guys will be shown silently still as a couple. This will be shown towards the end of the music video before you two part ways, recalling the past." 

"Memory scene?" We repeated in unison. " That's not what is important now! Right now, you both need to be in hair and make up." Mr. Yong exclaimed. By my side, a make up artist led me outside towards an extensive table filled with cosmetics, accessories, and racks of clothes.

Taking a seat on the portable chair, Mr. Kang approached me with a thin packet. " These are the scenarios we will be filming. It's all going to improvised but it's the basic outline." Handing the packet to me, I curiously skimmed through the content. "Romantic scenes: Playful and innocent…" Suddenly, I gasped as my eyes widened. 

Looking up, my mouth opened in shock. Gulping, I bit my lip, unsure of what to do. "O-on set kiss?"