Su-Ji’s P.O.V

I cringed at my mum’s awful pun, and took Kerry up to the guest bedroom; her face was a picture when I opened the door: Mouth open, eyes wide, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come through to my room and you can choose some clothes for in the morning,” I said smiling.

I took her across the landing and into my room, where she sat on my bed tentatively looking around at all the posters and photographs.

“Who are they?” she asked, pointing at one of my favourite photos.

“Oh, that’s SHINKO, my band,” I told her proudly.  “You can come to our practices if you like?”

Kerry nodded enthusiastically, and grinned cheerily.

We then began delving into my wardrobe finding all sorts of clothes I’d forgotten I even owned. After a full hour of searching, her outfit was complete: A mustard yellow dress with a complimentary black skinny belt and lacy cardigan.

We stood silently staring at the mountains of clothes scattered over the bedroom floor and then we looked at each other bursting into a fit of the giggles.

At this point, my older brother Chin-Ho poked his head round the door.

“Girls what’s all this noise... about...” His eyes grew wide in disbelief.  “Mum’s going to kill you.”

“No she’s not,” I replied defensively. “Cos she’s not going to find out... IS she?”

Chin-Ho sighed, shook his head, and left.

“Ugh...” I groaned. “Brothers, huh?”

Kerry nodded politely, but I’m sure she was blushing.