All For You - Seo Inguk and Jung Eunji (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYotMpVGzNY)     ----------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     “Thank you for the dinner, omonim. It was delicious!” Hana sing-songed as she helped clear the table.   “I’m stuffed. Thank you for the meal.” Zelo bowed his head as Mrs. Jung grew pink with pleasure, “You’re very welcome.”   Zelo was currently playing with Haeyeon. The two of them were keeping busy by drawing pictures. Haeyeon was a ‘budding artist’, as Zelo called her.   Hana watched over them fondly as she handed a plate to Daehyun, who was washing the dishes diligently.   That was the last of them, so Hana pulled a chair over towards him and watched as he scrubbed the plate clean. She rested her head on the tops of her hands and admired his hardworking expression.   Daehyun’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed at the stain that wouldn’t come off. His lower lip was slightly jutted out in irritation, and his chin was all crinkly from the frowning he was doing.   A bit irked at this, Hana poked the space in between his eyebrows as Daehyun turned to glance at her for a second, unamused.   Dreamily, Hana beamed at him, “Should I help you?”   “No, I’ve got it.” Daehyun loaded the sponge with soap to clean the greasy stain that just wouldn’t come off.   Hana lightly bumped her hip against Daehyun’s to make him move out of the way and took the sponge from him, along with the dish.   “Tsk, tsk. You’re wasting the soap.”   Daehyun rolled his eyes, “Give it to me. I can do them myself.”   “Why don’t you rely on me to do it this once? Just because I’m a rich girl, doesn’t mean that I can’t clean a dish. How rude of you to stereotype, Jung Daehyun.” Hana chuckled.   Daehyun stared at her cleaning for a little while until his gaze shifted to the floor, both surprised once again and a little guilty.   He had always thought that rich girls were the same, especially after meeting that one person from so many years ago.   “Daehyun! Clean the house for me, alright?”   “Saemi—“   “Just do it. I’ll see you later, okay? Love you!”   Daehyun broke out of his nostalgia as he heard Hana calling his name.   It wasn’t her, but it was Kang Hana in front of him now.   “Are you okay? You spaced out on me there for a second.” She blinked from her long honey-coloured hair.   “I’m… alright. And sorry, by the way.” He said in a slightly shameful tone.   “What? Why?” Hana was bewildered.   “For… you know, stereotyping.” He mumbled embarrassedly and turned off the tap.   Hana tilted her head to one side, and to his amazement, burst out into a laugh. “You’re still on that topic? I don’t care. People stereotype all the time. Sure, it gets me irritated sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I hold a grudge on them.”   Hana’s wise words and the way she said them so casually never failed to take Daehyun by surprise.   *She’s… different from Saemi. Well, at least by what I’ve seen so far.* He gazed at Hana until she put the sponge away, “You’re welcome by the way, fiancé.” She joked and ran out of the kitchen, scooping Haeyeon up in her arms, “Haeyeon-ah!”   Haeyeon squealed and doubled over in laughter as Zelo pouted, “Noona, I was just gonna guess what she drew!”   “Too bad!” Hana stuck her tongue out at her brother and the two laughed.   Daehyun soon joined in to sit on the floor beside Mr. and Mrs. Jung.   “Haeyeon,” Hana placed her on her lap, “Unnie has something for you.”   “You do?” Haeyeon tilted her head to one side, “What is it?”   “Go look there and grab the box underneath my jacket.”   Curiously and cautiously, little H