Summer sighed as she ran the cloth over the mirror again and again in circular motions that made the muscles in her arm scream.  Someone had been smudging the mirror up again and how they had reached the top she couldn’t understand.  Just to clean it she had had to pull out a step ladder, moving slowly along the wall length expanse, reaching as far as she could either direction before shuffling over.  She was currently towards the very end and was eager to finish it all off when the sound of the door opening and movement caught her attention.  Glancing over her shoulder she saw it was Bobby who had entered the room and was smiling brightly as he spotted her.

“Ah, noona there you are; I was looking for you everywhere.  I know it might seem a little out of the blue, but I was wondering if you wanted to go grab some food when you’re finished?” he asked and Summer thought her heart might beat right out of her chest.  Was he really asking her to go and eat with him?  Blushing lightly she nodded, turning to face the mirror again.  It was the last thing she had to do and she was now determined to get it over with as fast as possible.  Lifting the spray bottle she squeezed the trigger and began to clean, leaning over further and further in a refusal to move the ladder.  She just had to reach the top corner, just a little bit more… she let out a squeak as she felt the contraption slip out from under her and she was falling, falling into someone’s arms.

Looking up she found Bobby there, having caught her in a movie like moment.  She smiled up at him, breathing her thanks and he grinned back at her.  Then they were frozen, staring into each other’s eyes and closing the gap inch by inch.  He was just about to press his lips against her when she felt a jolt…

The squeak was louder when Summer returned to reality to find the mop she was leaning on was hanging limp and she was careening towards the ground for real this time.  Unfortunately for her there was nothing but the bucket to break her fall and break it it did, soaking her in dirty, soapy water which quickly spread across the wooden floor.  Summer gasped at the same time as raucous laughter sounded nearby and she looked up mortified to find Junhoe standing half way between her and the door, his hands on his stomach.  When he realised she was looking he tried to pull himself together, clearing his throat.

“Uh, are you okay?” he asked, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak, simply staring at him her eyes bulging as she blushed a shade she was sure resembled a beetroot.  Junhoe waited another second before shrugging and turning on his heel.  The movement kicked her into gear and Summer’s brow knitted together in anger.

“You know, it’s rude not to help someone in trouble.”

“It’s also rude not to respond when someone has a question,” he bit back, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer before he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.  Leaving Summer to pull herself out of the puddle soaking wet, she cursed out the idol as she picked up the mop and began to correct her mess.

That was the day she decided that she greatly disliked Koo Junhoe.