I knew that it was wrong to enjoy the hug. I was supposed to hate her, but the warmth and the tingling sensation of her soft skin told me otherwise. I only came back to my senses when Jackson's smirk rolled into my ears.

"Let's go get something to eat," Jaebum said. I knew he was trying to help me, but I couldn't help but notice his angry tone and expression. I glanced at the rest of the members. Junior, who was normally so happy and cheerful, also held this unbearable expression, as if I had done something wrong. What's going on?

For the rest of the day, I was in the constant spotlight, with Bam Bam always nudging my arms and shooting me playful winks, and Youngjae, who kept on singing teasing tunes.

The ride home was incredibly suffocating, not that I didn't like sitting next to Myung-Hee, it was just that unfamiliar growing feeling bubbling inside my stomach. I didn't know what it is, but one thing for sure, I didn't like it.

Myung-Hee didn't fall asleep this time. I was quite disappointed, I was hoping she'd fall asleep on my shoulders again. Just because I'm currently holding nothing to , that's all. I miss her usual sleepy-head self.

When we arrived home, we all separated into our own rooms. I let Myung-Hee use the room first, and waited outside on the couch. When she was done, I headed inside to change into a more comfortable outfit - an oversized T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, and flopped back down on the couch outside.

Myung-Hee was in charged of cooking tonight. I couldn't wait to make fun of her dishes. It's been a long time since I've been on her nerves, and I'm already missing the bickering. Apparently, they had started a chores schedule, that I wasn't aware of. Oh well, I had thought. They had probably talked about it in one of their active chattering, that of course, I wasn't paying too much attention.

I watched Myung-Hee as she trudged from the bathroom and into the kitchen. She slipped on the apron and began to lay out the ingredients for whatever dish she was going to make. It was half past 7 when I shot from the couch. I stopped in our shared room, and snatched a hairtie on Myung-Hee's counter. As much as the sight adored me - the wet hair sticking against the side of her face, and every 5 minutes of blowing it away, it was a little too distracting, for her of course. If she continued with that, I would never get to make fun of her food, that's all.

I didn't know why my heart was beating so fast, or why my fingers began to fidget. Maybe it was because of the weather, it was awfully chilly these days. I approached from behind, and my arms s down towards her neck. My grip of the hair-tie loosened, and I pulled the hair into a messy ponytail. I was never too good with styling hair, at most styling my own, and Jackson's, but they had all been short, male's hair, a lot less complicated then the one before my eyes right now. It was long, compared to mine, and was curled too. Not that it's ugly, it suits Myung-Hee well, just that I'd have to learn how to style those types of hair, and probably braiding too. I only planned to tie her hair, but as my fingers touched the damp locks, I thought otherwise. I threw her the towel draping limply over the hanger. "Go dry your hair," I commanded, "I don't want Jaebum to make a fuss when you get sick." It wasn't really a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either. Jaebum would most likely make a fuss, but then it wouldn't be why I wanted her to dry her hair, because I would've made a fuss.

She frowned, lips pressed into a thin line as she was about to protest, but then I caught the corner of her eyes. They twitched, and darted towards Junior, who sent her a heartwarming smile, in which she returns. I couldn't help but scowl at this. She wasn't going to listen to me, but just because Junior smiled at her, she was going to do it! I sighed, and turned away. I finished thawing the piece of meat that she was working on, and washed the vegetables. I was mid-way into slicing the tomatoes when she returned. "I'll take it from here," she said. I had expected her to smile at me, but when she only stared back blankly, I let out another sigh, and stepped away.

I flopped back down on the couch, and continued to scowl at her. Youngjae, Yugyeom, and Jackson entered the living room. Youngjae and Yugyeom was busy with some new video game they had gotten at the park earlier this morning, and Jackson, was busy scrolling through his IG feeds, and screeching every 2 minutes about a fan that had liked and or commented on his post.

"Do you need any help?" I heard Junior asked, his face still plastering a goofy grin. I had this sudden urge