Suddenly, Kibum's eyes opened. He sat up and looked at me.

"Umm...hi." I said after a few minutes of silence.

"Hel-lo." he replied, his voice surprisingly smooth.

I decided to mess with him for a bit.

"Do you like kimchi?" I asked.

"Kim-chi? he questioned, his head tilted to the side slightly.

"Yes, kimchi. Say it with me: kimchi." I grinned.

"Kim-chi." he said.

"Kimchi." I told him.

"Kim-chi."

"No, you can't have a pause in between syllables." I argued.

"Kimchi?"

"Yes! Kimchi!" I squealed happily.

"Kimchi...Kimchi!" he smiled.

"Yes, kimchi!" I laughed.

He pointed at me. "Kimchi?"

"No, Ye Rim." I taught him.

He nodded. He then pointed at himself, "Kimchi?"

"No, Kibum. But let's make that easier, how about...Key?"

He smiled again and agreed.

Key stood up and walked around.

"Oh my goodness, you need clothing...!" I panicked.

"Clothing?" Key asked looking down.

"Yeah, stay here okay?" I commanded.

"Okay." he replied.

I left the room and sneaked to my older brother's room and dug through each drawer for clothing. Fifteen minutes later, I had an okay outfit and ran back to my own bedroom. As I opened the wooden door, I found Key looking at his reflection.

"Key." he said, pointing to the mirror.

"Yes, that's you." I replied, handing him the clothing.

He took the shirt in his hand and slowly raised it to his mouth. As he was about to take a bite, I snatched it and put it on for him instead.

"Shirts aren't food, Key." I told him.

As soon as he finished dressing, he actually looked like a real guy my age.

"Ye Rim, dinner!" my dad shouted from the kitchen.

"Dinner?" Key asked.

"Sorry, Key. You can't come downstairs, stay here." I commanded.

Key pouted.

"Okay okay, I'll bring you kimchi." I replied, which seemed to make him happier.