Miyoung POV:

"Miyoung invited me in," Taemin said.  "We met at the park."

"It was more of a scary encounter," I added.

"I was running away from fangirls."

"And he pulled me into an alley and made me hide with him."

"Okay then..." Ryeowook said.  He returned to the kitchen, and I swear he muttered something about us being immature.

"Thanks for inviting me in, Miyoung, but I forgot that I have a schedule tomorrow!  I should get going," Taemin said.  He smiled brightly, and I laughed.

"Be careful on your way back!" 

"Miyoung, it's your bed time!" Sungmin yelled as soon as Taemin left.

"Geez, Lee Sungmin.  I don't have a bed time."

"You do while I'm around."

"Right."

"Don't talk back."

"Fine.  I'm feeling tired anyway.  See you tomorrow."

--

"Oh gosh.  Who rigged my alarm to ring at six thirty in the morning?" I said, searching for the snooze button.  My hair was a mess, and I was half-asleep.

"That would be me," Heechul drawled.  I sat up in bed quickly.

"What are you--"

"Me?  I'm just bored."

"So you chose to wake me up?"

"Pretty much.  I wanted to see your reaction."

"It's six thirty in the morning, Heechul-ssi.  Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"I had a schedule, and then it got cancelled.  I got up, did my hair, changed my clothes, and showered for nothing."

"Well, I'm sorry for your misfortune," I said sarcastically.

"I made you breakfast."  Heechul handed me a banana.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem."

"I can feel the love you put into breakfast." I snickered.

"Quiet!"

"Okay!"

"You're such a child."

"I get that from Hyukjae-ssi a lot."

"Hyukjae?  Why do you call him that?"

"It's his name."

"We all call him Eunhyuk, Hyuk, or Hyukkie."

"He hasn't complained."

"You probably wouldn't listen.  And I heard that they're all trying to get you to call them oppa."

"Yeah."

"And?"

"It's not working."

"Oh.  I guess it would be pointless to ask?"

"Yes."

"I'll be downstairs.  See you later."  Heechul stood up and walked out of the room.  I just stared after him, dumbfounded.

"Ugh, I really don't feel good," I muttered to myself.  I felt my head.  Fever?

"Heechul-ssi!"

"What?"

"I don't feel good."

"Eh?"

"I don't feel good."

"I can't hear you!"

"I don't feel good!"

"Okay."

Is that it?  Is he just going to leave me here while he watches television?  Is he going to ditch me for his friends?

I heard footsteps outside of my door fifteen minutes later.  "Lee Miyoung, I'm coming in!"  Heechul came in with a kitchen apron and a bowl of soup.

"Here.  I don't cook much, so I hope it tastes fine."  Heechul sat down in my desk chair.

I took a bite.  It had no taste, but I smiled.  "Thanks, Heechul-ssi."

"Go to sleep when you finish."

"I will."

He took the bowl when I was done and walked out of my room.  

--

I woke up a couple of hours later feeling a lot better.  Heechul was asleep in my desk chair.

"Heechul-ssi," I said.

He got up and smiled.  "Glad you're okay, princess."

"What?"

"Princess."

"When did you come up with that name?"

"When I was making you food.  I never cook for any of the guys, so I figured that you must be a princess."

"That's embarrassing."

"I don't care.  I think it fits well."

I pouted.  "Don't call me that!"

"Well, too bad!" he replied.

I shakily got out of bed--Heechul casting anxious looks at me the whole time--and went to use the bathroom and shower.  Once he was satisfied that I felt better, Heechul left for the television.

I looked in all of the bedrooms, but no one was there.  Even Sungmin and Donghae's room was empty.  "No one's here?"

"Obviously not."

"Oh my gosh, you scared me." I turned around to see Heechul.

"I did, didn't I?" He had a smug grin on his face.

"Do you have anything interesting that I can do?" I asked.

"Well, there is one thing..."

"Which is?" 

"You'll see."  He grabbed my hand and dragged me to his room.