"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Facing her-called-bestfriends, Lee Chaerin and her so lovable five dimensional cousin Bom—Sandara angrily hissed at them.

"Playing some magic, tokki." Chaerin answered her with a wicked grin.

Before Sandara could protest further, a hush had fallen over the crowd, and she could her Seungri chanting, "Fifty dollars? Do I hear Fifty-nine? Don't tell me you're going to let this gem of a genie slip through your fingers? Just imagine the laughs you'll get having him around . . ." He waited for the noise to die down, then brought his gavel down with a crashing flourish, and announced, "Sold! To the girl in the fourth row for fifty dollars!"

Jaejoong gave a thumbs-up sign to the audience and then a quick sprint offstage. Sandara was so dumbfounded, she couldn't find her voice.

It didn't make any sense at all! 

WHAT WERE CHAERIN AND BOM THINKING OF!!!?

They both had to know how she felt about Kim Jaejoong.

It wasn't until her so adorable cousin whom she practically don't know if she's a freaking fallen angel or a spawn of Satan—Bom—turned to her and spoke animatedly which she explains how the whole thing really came into focus, suddenly making perfect awful sense.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SSANTOKKI!" She piped enthusiastically. "Told you, it was going to be a big surprise, didn't I? YOU NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED, RIGHT?"

Sandara forced a weak smile to cover up the feeling of panic that