"Breakfast is served," Jessica announced. Instead of neatly putting the fancy plate on the table, she literally threw the plats in front of Krystal and Jaejoong. They both jumped, as Jessica quickly took off the apron. On Krystal's plate, there were burnt scrambled egg and with a small bowl of white rice to the side. Krystal glanced at Jaejoong's plate, only to find a perfect sunny-side up egg with a neat bowl of white rice to his side. Krystal turned to Jessica and pouted.

"Unnie! I can't eat burned stuff! It'll give me cancer!" Krystal complained.

"Cook it yourself, Krystal," Jessica replied tiredly. "I'm exhausted."

"What happened to your breakfast?" Jaejoong asked, his lips and rubbing his hands together.

"I already ate before you came," Jessica said.

"Why?" Jaejoong questioned. "You don't like eating with me?"

"Please, if I went to breakfast with you, I'll probably have something from McDonalds, not some fancy café," Jessica laughed, taking a seat in front of Jaejoong. "Now you either eat or I'll throw away your food."

"Uh, yeah, you can totally throw away my food," Krystal mumbled, pushing her plate towards Jessica. Jessica pushed Krystal's plate towards Krystal even closer.

"Eat. It's good for you."

"Ew! I'm not going to eat that!" Krystal whined. "I'd skip breakfast instead!"

"Sweetie, it's bad to skip breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day!"

"I'm going to ask our maid to cook us something then."

"For the hundredth time, we don't have a maid that can cook!"

"There's something called a to-go then."

"You can't order pizza in the morning, Krystal."

"Why not? Is it illegal? I don't think so."

"Ya!" Jessica yelled. The two sisters continued to bicker about breakfast, as Jaejoong dug into his food. It was delicious. He couldn't say that it was as scrumptious as his mother's food, nor could he say that Jessica's food was worse than the five-star restaurants. It was simply delicious, like those bentos you would receive from a girl who cooks well. 

As he continued to chew his food, he glanced at Jessica and her sister. He especially stared at Jessica the longest. He couldn't help but think that she looked kind of cute when she looked mad. Jessica looked at Jaejoong and frowned.

"What?" she asked coldly.

"Huh?"

"You've been staring at me for like, an hour," Jessica replied. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No, he's just staring at you because he loves you," Krystal teased, smirking. Jessica turned her attention back to Krystal and flicked her tongue at her.

"You better take that back or I'll strangle you!" Jessica shouted.

"Make me!" Krystal said bravely, sticking her tongue out. Jessica got up from her seat and began to chase Krystal, who also got up from her seat. Before Jessica left her seat, Jaejoong's eyes widened. He swore that he saw a tint of red (or pink) on Jessica's cheek.

Was she…blushing? Jaejoong wondered.

"My gosh, you look horrible," Changmin repeated for the fifth time. Yoona, who finally brought her senses together, jumped. She stared at Changmin, who was wiping off Yoona's thick makeup with a baby wipe. She screamed not only because she saw Changmin and was in an unfamiliar room, but also because she saw how horrifying she looked in the mirror.

"OH MY GOSH! Is that me?" Yoona gasped, pointing at herself in the mirror. Changmin shushed her and glared at her.

"Quiet down! The neighbors will think that something's wrong at my house," Changmin said, scolding Yoona. Yoona pouted as she pushed Changmin away from her.

"Whatever. Where am I?" Yoona asked, snatching away the baby wipe Changmin was holding.

"I took you to my house. My gosh, you look horrible," Changmin muttered.

"Yeah, I think I know that," Yoona replied numbly, constantly staring at herself in the mirror. How did she get herself into this mess? It first started with a phone call–Oh yes, a phone call with Mr. Kim Jajeoong. She scowled and stared at herself bitterly, trying to get rid of her makeup. Changmin watched Yoona clear her makeup. He definitely preferred the girl with no makeup, even though a touch of makeup would make her even more beautiful. 

He continued to watch, until he noticed that something was wrong. He scowled and got up, grabbed another wipe from the box. He took away the wipe that Yoona was using and trashed it. Yoona's eyes widened as she dropped .

"Um, I was using that," Yoona said. Before she had the chance to protest, Changmin began to rub the new baby wipe against Yoona's face. Yoona looked away, but Changmin grabbed Yoona's chin and turned her head around to face him.

"Stay still," Changmin ordered. "You're getting off your makeup the wrong way."

"Oh, so now there's suddenly a right way and a wrong way?" Yoona asked, rolling her eyes.

"Apparently, yes," Changmin replied. Yoona scowled as she crossed her arms. She didn't even bother to push Changmin again. Since Changmin seemed to be the "master" of getting rid of makeup, she decided to let him get rid of the makeup for her. 

After a few more minutes, Yoona dared to look straight into Changmin's eyes. It's only to look at my reflection since I can't look in the mirror, she thought to herself.

However, when her eyes met Changmin's eyes, she felt herself freeze. Even though he kept a frown on his face, she couldn't help but notice how soft and tender Changmin's brown eyes looked. Not only did she noticed how soft his eyes were, but she even noticed a hint of worry deep inside those eyes.

They look so…pure. It kind of fits him, Yoona thought slowly.

"There!" Changmin exclaimed, putting his arm back to his side. "Perfect! Alright, the makeup is fully removed."

Yoona turned to face the mirror. Sure enough, Changmin had done an excellent job of getting rid of her makeup. She had to give credit to him for that.

Suddenly, something dawned on Yoona. She turned to Changmin with fear in her eyes.

"Oh my gosh! I have no makeup on! I must look hideous!" Yoona shrieked. She ran to her purse and grabbed her collection of lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, and all the thin layer of makeup she needed to put on her face. Changmin sighed and put his hand over his face. His effort for clearing Yoona's makeup was wasted, and he didn't even receive a "thank you" from her.

All that effort wasted, Changmin thought, heaving a sigh.