I walked down the narrow hallway and was greeted by a sorry sight of a cream filled living room.

Dammit. Should of never done this in the first place. I mentally face palmed myself.

Taking out a few cleaning supplies from a cupboard, I began the long toiling work of wiping and scrubbing every bit of furniture that was covered in whipped cream.

As I bent down on the carpet and scrubbed, I heard a rustle behind me, and saw Han Geng working on the couch behind me. I gulped and felt a sick feeling in my stomach. I scrunched my face in discomfort.

What the heck is this uncomfortable feeling?!

"So..." He started, breaking the silence that I felt was eternity.

"So..." I replied slowly. 

The silence rece again.

Aish... I really hate this.. It brings back memories of Jake... But I did say Han Geng WAS kind of like him... Ok ok I do admit that I was in the wrong... Just this once, I'll let my easy side pass over for a bit.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Sorry..." I mumbled.

"Hmm? What'a that?"

"Sorry," I said a little louder.

"For?"

"For playing a mean joke on you..."

"And?"

"For... Playing a mean joke on everyone else..."

"And?"

I winced at the barrage of questions.

"For..For..." I scratched my head trying to think of all the things I've done to hurt him or the other members.

Aish! I can't think of anything else!

That's when I heard a smirk, a chuckle, and then a pair of strong arms wrapping myself into its warm embrace. I blinked.

"I forgive you. It's hard not to when I saw you like that," he laughed, "You looked like you were going to die in agony or something."

"Y-yah! That was totally uncalled for!" I pushed him on his chest, sending him flying to the floor.

"Hyorin," his voice turned stern and he gave me a hard look.

"Ok ok!" I held my hands up in defeat.

He broke out into a big grin, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Let's hurry and get this all cleaned up, you little brat," he chuckled and ruffled my hair before resuming work.