Kyuhyun's POV:

"Thanks for your hard work everybody!" I bowed as I left the set of Immortal Song, heading into my dressing room to change. Manager hyung passed me my iPhone and I switched it on before grabbing my clothes to change. I handed the clothes I wore to the stylists and checked my phone

13 missed calls - Baby Hyun

"I'm in some deep ," I mumbled.

"What?" manager hyung asked as we walked towards our van.

"My sister, I forgot she was coming over today!" I said as I started to brisk-walk.

" to be you," manager hyung stuck his tounge out playfully.

"Hyung, act your age," I narrowed my eyes at him, earning a chuckle from him. I climbed into the van and buckled my seatbelt.

Sorry, Sorry Sorry, Sorry

Naega Naega Naega Meonjeo

Nege Nege—

"Yeoboseyo?" I answered my phone.

"Kyuhyun ah, I think I saw your sister's luggage is outside the door, when I came home. I brought it in since the rest aren't at the dorm. I'll be going to the grocery store, tell your sister that her luggage are inside, bye," I heard Donghae hyung's lifeless voice. It's been like that since Jessica and him broke up, and that was 5 months ago.

"Arasso, thanks—" the beep interrupted my sentence, indicating the other party had already hung up.

Idiot.

I quickly called Hyun to tell her about her luggage.

"KYUHYUN, IT'S STOLEN, MY LUGGAGE GOT STOLEN," she screamed into the phone.

"Hyun ah! Calm down, it's in the dorm," I said.

"But nobody's at home!"

"Donghae hyung brought it in since you weren't there."

"Oh. Must've been when I made my second trip down. Speaking of my second trip down, WHY THE HELL DID YOU NOT ANSWER YOUR PHONE. HOW COULD YOU LET YOUR FRAIL AND WEAK SISTER CARRY THOSE BY HERSELF!" she shouted.

"I was at a schedule! I'm sorry! I'm on my way home," I tried to calm her down.

"You better get your here soon! I don't have the keys, moron!" she growled.

"Yah! I'm still your oppa, show some respect!" I frowned.

"Well, do something to earn it!" with that, she hung up. I knew I deserved that for neglecting her. Well, that's why I wanna make it up to her while she's staying over. I sighed and leaned back into my chair for a quick nap. 

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"We're here, Kyuhyun ah," manager hyung nudged me. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and got out of the van before making my way to the lift. I pressed the 15th floor and watched the red numbers increase. The little 'ding' signalled for me to get out of the lift. I saw someone curled up into a ball, sitting on the floor next to the door.

"Hyun Jung ah," I whispered, gently shaking her. She slowly woke up.

"Where am I?" she asked, still groggy.

"Outside the dorm," I chuckled, helping her up and unlocking the door before bringing her to the couch to sit.

"My legs hurt," she whined.

"Sorry, Hyun ah," I said and brought her remaining bags to her room.

End of POV

Hyun Jung's POV:

"So, this is where I'm gonna sleep?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yup, you like it? Sungmin hyung decorated it," oppa smiled.

"I love it," I said and plopped onto the bed, "oppa, what time is it?" 

"It's 3pm, why?" he asked asked.

"I'm hungry," I pouted, "make me food."

"You should know that your oppa can't cook, Hyun Jung ah," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Fine, I'll do it. You want some?" I asked, making my way to the kitchen.

"Sure," he said. I looked for a pot and filled it with water, leaving it to boil while I tried finding the ramyun. I was reaching for the packet when I heard a voice.

"I'm home," someone said.

"Donghae hyung!" Kyuhyun oppa said. Oh, so this is the guy that brought my luggage in. Well, better go thank him!

"Annyeonghaseyo, Hyun Jung ibnida. I'm Kyuhyun's sister. Thanks for bringing my stuff in," I stuck my hand out for a handshake.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes before walking off, followed by the sound of the door slamming shut.

Rude much? 

"What a brat," I rolled my eyes and continued to cook my ramyun.

"Give him time, he's going through a tough time," oppa said and took the chopsticks out.

"I don't care, he was rude," I said and layed a cloth on the table before putting the hot pot of ramyun onto the table. Kyuhyun gave me my chopsticks and we began to eat.

"So, how have you been?" oppa asked.

"Good. Without you," I replied, focusing on my food.

Ouch.

"Hyun Jung ah, I—" 

"Save it, just eat," I said, not bothering to look him in the eyes. Kyuhyun volunteered to wash the dishes and I went to explore my room. There was my own personal bathroom and quite a big walk-in closet. Hmm, so SM's rich. I let Mimi out of her carrier before I went to unpack the suitcase that had all my ballet shoes and costumes. I kept every shoe I used since I started ballet at 7. I placed them in neat rows in one of the cupboards at the furthest end of the room. I hung the old tutus in the cupboard next to the one with the old shoes. I kept the new shoes and tutus nearest to the door, so I could just grab and go if I wanted to practice. After the important stuff were kept properly, I put the empty suitcase at the top of the cupboard and proceeded to unpack the other which contained my regular clothes and whatnot. After 2 hours of unpacking and rearranging the room to my liking, I slammed myself onto the bed.

I want nobody, nobody but you~

"Yeoboseyo?" 

"Hyun Jung ah! How's the new house coming along?" it was Hannah, my bestfriend since I was 10. She was there for me everytime I needed her and whenever Kyuhyun wasn't. She was there when I lost a ballet competition for the first time, she was there when that happened, she was there practically my whole life. She filled up Kyuhyun's empty spot.

"It's horrible. The only person here apart from Kyuhyun, is a total brat!" I spat.

"Who?"

"This guy called Donghae," I frowned just saying his name out.

"NO WAY! Donghae's an angel~" she said dreamily.

"Angel my ," I rolled my eyes.

"Anyways, are you coming down to teach the class tomorrow?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. About that.. Could you—" 

"Fine, I'll do your shift," I said.

"Thanks, Hyun Jung! You're the best!" she said excitedly.

"You owe me lunch!" I smiled.

"Of course, of course. I gotta go, bye!"

"Bye," I said and hung up. Well, since there's classes to teach tomorrow, better go practice! I grabbed a loose pale pink tutu, a black sleeveless leotard, a pair of black tights, a baggy white shirt, my ballet shoes and a towel in case I wanted to shower at the studio and stuffed them into one of the empty duffel bags I brought here. I changed into something simple and headed out my door.

"Where are you going?" Kyuhyun oppa asked me.

"Ballet," I simply answered while slipping on my shoes.

"Where?" 

"The studio where I work at, why?" I asked.

"We have a studio here y'know," he smiled.

"Really?" my eyes lit up and I broke into a wide grin.

"Yeah, it's downstairs, next to the pool. We're in the midst of building our own inside the house, though."

"Can I see?"

"Sure, c'mon," he said and got up from his position on the couch. I followed him to the end of the hallway, there was a door that had a "No Entry" sign on in but he opened the door anyways.

"When will it be ready?" I asked, eyeing the half completed room.

"Probably in a month or two," Kyuhyun shrugged. I nodded and walked back to the door.

"I'll be back soon," I said and closed the door, heading to the studio downstairs. I walked a bit and found it. I opened the door and d the wall for a light switch and quickly flipped it on as soon as I found it. I locked the door and took the clothes out from the duffel and changed into it. After changing, I tied my hair into a bun and started to stretch, rotating my ankle, loosening it and did the same for my other ankle. I stretched my triceps and stood once my ankles and arms were loosened up. I bent down, stretching my back. As soon as I felt a familiar pop, I straightened myself and took the CD that Mrs. Han, the owner of the ballet studio that I work at, gave me on my first day, out of its case and put it into the CD player. After pressing "play", the soothing violin sounds danced in my ears. I smiled at the peace I felt. I went to unlock the door in case someone wants to come in or something and I wouldn't look like an idiot, dancing around while that person's banging on the door. I stood in the centre of the room and started moving with the music.

End of POV

Donghae's POV:

"Where's your sister?" I asked Kyuhyun.

"She's at the studio downstairs," he replied, eyes glued onto his computer screen. I didn't even have to look and I already knew he was playing Starcraft. I shook my head and made my way to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of ice water.

"Hyung, do you still think about Jessica?" Kyuhyun asked as soon as the rim of the glass touched my lips. I froze in place for a second as that sharp pain in my heart rece again.

"Why?" I forced myself to answer.

"It's been so long, hyung. You still haven't moved on?" Kyuhyun asked innocently, just like the maknae he was, "I don't like seeing hyung sad."

Lee Donghae, you're a guy. Stop crying so easily.

"Don't worry about me, Kyuhyun ah. Hyung's fine," I tried giving him a smile but only tears came down.

"You at lying, Donghae hyung," Kyuhyun smiled and got up from his seat, pulling me into a comforting hug. Although this kid's annoying at times, he's mature when he wants to be. It's funny how I'm supposed to be the hyung, I'm supposed to be the one comforting him. Not the other way round.  

"Thanks, Kyuhyun," I smiled and broke off the hug. I heard the jingle of keys and the door opening, signalling the member's return. I quickly wiped my tears away and mouthed a "don't tell them anything", Kyuhyun nodded in acknowledgement.

"We're home~" Leeteuk hyung called out.

"Hyung!" Kyuhyun squealed, running to hug Leeteuk.

"Where's your sister?" he asked.

"In the studio downstairs," he replied and turned to Ryeowook, "hyung, I'm hungry."

"Fine, fine. I'll get started once I get out of the shower," Ryeowook rolled his eyes. The members dispersed into their own rooms and did their own thing. I retreated into mine and plopped myself onto the bed. Kyuhyun was right, it's been so long. It's time I moved on. Well, it's not like I've never tried. I see her everyday, at the company, I just can't do it. Seeing her smile as if nothing happened, it hurts. 

"Donghae?" a voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in," I said, pulling myself up into a sitting position.

"Could you tell Hyun Jung to come up? Dinner's ready," Leeteuk hyung said.

"It's Kyuhyun sister, not mine," I said.

"Kyuhyun's in the shower, and you're the only one who knows how she looks like," Leeteuk reasoned.

"Alright," I said and he left the room. I put on a jacket and made my way to the studio she was at. As soon as I opened the door, my jaw dropped. She moved gracefully, so confident of herself. At every turn, every movement, every jump and precise landing, grace and elegance was practically radiating from her. She was turning towards my direction and I expected her to stop and recognize me, but I noticed she had her eyes closed.

End of POV

Hyun Jung's POV:

I've been in here for about 2 hours? 3? I don't know. All I know, was that 5 minutes ago, I swear I heard the door open. But nobody was interrupting me or telling me to stop, thinking it was just me and my imagination, I simply ignored it. But I couldn't help but feel the presence of someone, that person was watching me. Curiosity took over as I opened my eyes at one of my jumps.

Holy, mother of— , I tripped.

"Watch out!"