http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwySHCNZPfc

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On the night of the party, you and your half-brothers arrived in a sleek, black limo. It stopped in front of a colossal, white mansion by your old home.

Girls swooned as your brothers came striding out like models.

L and Hoya looked back and held their hands out. You took them and came out of the car in your beautiful tiered hot pink dress.

Girls looked away in disappointment and envy. They remembered how fragile and depressed you had been. You had never spoken to anyone and it was a miracle to see you smile.

The 7 of you entered the ball room. “There you are, my sons and daughter!” Mr. Woo came over with a lady at least 10 years younger than him. Your half-brothers raised their eyebrows *Again?* You polietly bowed, “Hello, father.”

“It’s good to see you.” He beamed, “I’m glad to see that you’re healthy and back on your feet.”

You were puzzled *Is he talking about when I was first came here and was depressed?*

“Do you still not remember-“ Mr. Woo stopped when he saw your half-brothers shaking their heads in warning, “Oh. Never mind. Enjoy the party.” He waved and left with his partner.

“He better not get a 9thchild.” Dongwoo muttered.

“What was appa talking about remembering?” You asked Woohyun. He shook his head, “You don’t have to worry about it.” Before you could ask more questions, the room dimmed and it was time