Sullhee’s P.O.V.

“You’re Chinese?!” They asked.

“Yeah. Whats wrong with that?” I said.

“Nothing, it’s just, you don’t look Chinese.” Baekhyun said, as Kyungsoo took our plates away.

“Maybe my mom’s genes are dominant. I don’t know.” I told them.

“Hyung, did you know she was Chinese?” Kai asked Suho.

When I looked at Suho we seemed to have locked eyes for a moment, then he said,

“No, but I did hear her call her appa, baba in  the restaurant, it weirded me out.” He said.

Right, baba always wanted us to call him baba instead of appa.

Then the Mandarin Version of History played on Sehun’s phone again.

“Ya. Will you shut that thing up?” Kai said, but Sehun was too busy texting.

Now that I think about it, it’s the first time I’ve see Sehun text.

“He seems so concentrated into texting.” I said.

“Of course, he cant wait to see his best friend again.” Suho said.

“Best friend?” I asked.

“Yeah, he has a best friend in EXO-M, and since they’re visiting for a while, he cant wait to see him again.” Baekhyun told me.

I thought Kai was his best friend or something.

“Wait, so EXO-M is coming here?” I asked.

“Yeah, they also want to meet our leader’s wife you know.” Chanyeol said winking.

Suho and I both felt uneasy with the term ‘husband and wife’.

We exchanged awkward glances at each other.

We got up from the table and went our ways.

I went into our house and sat on the couch.

So they’re coming to meet EXO-K’s leader’s ‘wife’, huh?

I went into the bathroom to wash my face.

What if they don’t like me?

Of course they wont like me, Suho doesn’t like me that much.

I wish he does.

Because as sure as hell, I like him that much.

Aigoo, stop worrying Choi Sullhee.

I saw a small pail with water in it.

It looked refreshing to use so I took some and splashed it on my face.

Ahhhh…. AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I felt the burning sensation on my eyes.

THIS SMELL!!

This isn’t water! THIS IS ALCOHOL!

I screamed and screamed and went to the sink to wash my face.

The door burst open. Suho was there looking worried.

“What happened?!” he asked.

“a-ah-ahh—“ I said.

He took my face in his hands and examined my eyes.

His face was straight but I could see his eyes were filled with worry.

He took a hand towel and pressed it on my eyes.

He took out another pail and filled it with water.

My eyes were still stinging and the pain was excruciating, but looking at him worrying about me made me feel a bit better.

“Put your face inside the water and open your eyes for about ten seconds,” he said.

I did what he told me, and even though opening my eyes in cold water hurt, it took away the pain the alcohol caused.

When I looked back up again, it was almost gone.

He took the hand towel and positioned my face directly in front of his.

He dried my face with the hand towel gently and dabbed at my eyes.

He looked angry, his brows furrowed.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“For what?” he asked.

“For making you do this.” I said.

“It’s okay, if you were really sorry, you would stop doing these kind of things.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose. I didn’t know it was alcohol, I swear.” I said with a bit of a whiney tone.

My response seemed to have amused him and a small ghost of a smile showed on his lips.

“Aish, if it stayed on your eyes a bit longer, it would have been infected.” He said, moving his face closer.

“ah…ehem… uh… why was there alcohol here anyway?” I asked.

“Well, originally, it was for my arm, since alcohol always helps my muscles.” He said.

He has an injury?!

“You have an injury?!” I asked.

“No, just over worked muscles.” He said, “There. Done.”

I dragged him to the room and made him sit on the couch.

He had this cute confused and shocked look on his face that made me want to giggle.

But of course, i surpressed it. This is a moment of seriousness, not spazzing.

i went to my bag and searched for Salonpas.

"Aigoo, where is it... no, it's not this one, wait.. Oh, FOUND IT!" i said to myself.

"Salondpas?" he asked as i applied three patches on his arm.

"It's better than alcohol." 

[A/N: Am watching Mnet live. MAMA awards, tearing up. :')]