Yoohyeon sets the boxes of McDonalds on the kitchen table. It is such a tiring day. In the morning, she sent her parents off at the airport. They are going back to London, mostly because of works. It doesn’t really bother her as she is used to her parents moving places for work. Her stomach makes a growling sound. She is starving. She has not eaten anything since morning. She was busy with her overdue homeworks the night before. She has got to get back on track with her studies. She makes a mental reminder to not play PUBG with Yoobin for the time being. Ever since she came back here things has been really hectic. The school academic syllabus here does not match the one she was taught back in China. So she struggles a lot in her current school. Luckily the Gods above is on her side, she made a friend like Yoobin to help her. Speaking of a friend, she is reminded of Handong, who is her only friend back in China. Although Handong is slightly older than her, most likely around Siyeon’s age, they became friends pretty quickly. Her personal teacher is Handong’s mother, which was the sole reason for them to become friends. Their first met was rather embarrassing, though. Ah, how much she misses her. She reaches out for her mobile phone in her pocket. There are messages sent in. One of the senders is Handong. Happy, she reads the one the Chinese sent first. Apparently, Handong wrote about visiting Korea soon. However, she has got some problem to settle on first. So the woman is not very sure. She also asks about how the new house thingy has been going on. Yoohyeon heart warms at the words written on the screen. Even if they are miles apart, they would never fail to ask about each other’s day. Yoohyeon takes some time to reply the message before going upstairs, where the bedrooms are located.

Yoohyeon walks by Siyeon’s room and accidentally overhears the latter talking. She stops on her track. “What do you mean we can’t perform there? We literally booked that place first! God ing damn it!” Siyeon curses and slams the walls out of frustration. Yoohyeon figures out that it is inappropriate to stay so she proceeds to do whatever she is supposed to do earlier. She reaches a door and twists the doorknob when a slight tug on her shirt distracts her. She looks behind to see who it is despite being already aware of who it must be. “Oh Gahyeonie! What’s wrong?” She asks, spinning her heels to face Gahyeon and squats down to match the smaller one’s height. “Ah uhm, I kind of need your help with my mathematics homeworks. I wanted to ask Siyeon but as you probably heard earlier...” The younger one trails off. “If you are not busy, of course.” She adds, her fingers start to play on her shirt’s fabric. Absolutely adorable, Yoohyeon thoughts. “Of course I will help you. Just a minute.” She texts a question to Handong if their scheduled video call could wait until she is done helping Gahyeon. Very shortly after, Handong replies to her request, saying she could wait. “Alright, I will take a quick shower and we eat first. While I’m showering, prepare the homeworks on your study table and wait for me at the kitchen, is that clear?” Yoohyeon instructs. As much as she wants to get the works done quickly, she needs to shower and eat or she will not function properly.

The silence is rather comfortable. Both are enjoying the foods and each other’s company. Gahyeon breaks it first, curious of something. “I wonder if Handong hates us.” She blurts out. This takes Yoohyeon by surprise, who stops munching on her food, she scrunches her eyebrows at the sudden remark. “What makes you think so? Of course she doesn’t!” In fact, Handong actually likes them. The statement is not true, Yoohyeon thoughts run in her mind. She wonders where this is going. “It’s just…” Gahyeon voice gets lower. Maybe finding a proper way to explain to Yoohyeon. Yoohyeon raises an eyebrow expectantly, now itching to know the truth behind the smaller one’s assumption earlier. “We knew each other for quite long already but none of us ever talk to her or even see each other through pictures.” Gahyeon elaborates. “From what you’ve been saying about her, she seems like a good person.” Gahyeon eyes beam but is replaced by a look of disappointment. It’s true, they have never interacted, only stories from Yoohyeon and occasional “Handong says hi.” and vice versa. The truth is Handong is not ready to meet Yoohyeon’s friends yet. Due to language barrier, the former thought it would be hard for them to get to know each other. Yoohyeon understands the Chinese’s struggle very much. She has been there before too. Back when she moved to China, she could not talk to anyone except her teacher. It scared her to ask help from her other classmates. She was afraid if they would judge her or would not like her since she is different from the others. But all that was just a history now. She has no trouble conversing in Chinese at all this time. All thanks to Handong. Which reminds her she has got an explanation to make. She locks her eyes with Gahyeon. She smiles, carefully constructs her sentence. “She doesn’t hate any of you. I told you didn’t I? She likes all of you. It’s just she can’t speak Korean. So it’s hard for both parties to talk, don’t you think so? But don’t worry, one day you will be able t