(Daehyun POV)

 

"What are you doing?"

 

She smiles.

 

"I'm cooking, Daehyun!" She twirls around in her apron.

 

"Really?" I peek at the pot. "Chicken stew?"

 

"How'd you know?" She widens her eyes. "It's your favourite, right?"

 

"Yeah." I grin. "It is."

 

Sunhwa jumps happily. "Then, its perfect! I'm making some ddukboki as well." She pulls me closer to her. 

 

"Ddukboki....Hmm...I don't know if I'm going to like that." I .

 

"Hey! You should like everything your girlfriend does!" Sunhwa slaps my back jokingly, but as she does she slips on the fallen cloth on the floor.

 

I grab a hold of her hand in the nick of time.

 

We stay like that for a while.

 

Just looking at each other, as she clutches on me.

 

"Are you trying to take advantage of me?" Sunhwa glares, as I finally pull her up.

 

"Keep dreaming, kiddo." I pat her head.

 

"YAH! I'm your noona!" She picks up the cloth, and whips me with it. "Try to call me kiddo, once more!"

 

"KIDDO!" I scream on the top of my lungs. "SUNHWA IS A KID!" I run around the dorm.

 

"JUNG DAEHYUN!" Sunhwa yells, and chases me with the dirty cloth. "Just wait till I catch you, you little....little....bimbo!"

 

"I can't hear you! You're such a KID, Han Sunhwa!" 

 

Sunhwa suddenly leaps on me from the couch, and completely headlocks me.

 

"What did you say?" She grinds her teeth.

 

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" I cry, as she tightens her grip around my head.

 

"Opppaaaaa!"

 

"Sunhwa, I'm sorry!" I choke out.

 

"Oppa! C'mon! Stop daydreaming!"

 

I shake my head.

 

"Oppa! C'mon, filming is about to start!" Dasom grabs my hand, and picks me up off the chair.

 

I can't believe I forgot that day.

 

It was actually the best day of my life.

 

I miss her so much.

 

"Oppa! Yah! Stop dreaming!" Dasom impatiently snaps her fingers in front of my eyes.

 

"Oppa! C'mon!" Dasom tugs on my jacket.

 

"Uh, yeah. Dasom, what time is it?" I yawn, stretching my arms.

 

"Like 12:30." Dasom ruffles my head. "You're so cute."

 

I laugh awkwardly. "Uh..thanks."

 

"Guys, guys. It's on!" Stylist Noona pushes past me, and turns the t.v. on.

 

"What's on?" Dasom looks around.

 

"Dispatch's breaking news about a celebrity." I mutter.

 

Dasom drops her mirror.

 

The glass shatters into hundreds of small pieces.

 

"Uh...Dasom?" I poke her. "You okay?"

 

She bites her lip.

 

I bend down to pick the pieces of glass, as the t.v. screen turns black.

 

"Hello, everyone. This is Dispatch's Kim Sung Mi." The reporter smiles at the camera. "We'd like to reveal to you the latest celebrity news." 

 

"No ing way." Dasom whispers.

 

"Dasom, are you okay?" I ask, but she doesn't reply.

 

"The newest idol couple is none other than...."

 

Idol couple?

 

It's not Sunhwa right?

 

".......None other than ZE:A's Kwanghee and ZE:A's Hyunshik!"

 

 

Wait! If Kwanghee is gay.....what about Sunhwa?

I breathe a sigh of relief.

 

For some reason, so does Dasom.

 

"Is something wrong?" I look at Dasom.

 

She takes a big gulp.

 

"What's wrong? N-nothing's wrong." She stutters.

 

Well...then.

 

"Woah. Poor Sunhwa." Stylist Noona whispers.

 

"Yeah. First the s*x scandal, and now this?"

 

"She's probably lacking a lot."

 

Lacking?

 

I shoot daggers at the owner of the last comment.

 

"Oh, Daehyun-ah?" He finally notices me. "Why do you look so angry?"

 

How dare he call Sunhwa lacking?

 

"If....there's anyone here thats lacking.." I shudder, trying to control my anger. "It's you."

 

He stares at me for a while, before my words finally transfer into this head.

 

"S-sorry." He his lips. "Sorry, daehyun-ah."

 

"Oppaaaaa! Why are you there?" Dasom screeches, and pulls me towards the center of the room.

 

"Dasom, we're the same age for god's sake!" I remove her hand fro mine. "It makes no sense for you to call me Oppa!"

 

She pouts.

 

"But Dasom wants to call Daehyun, Oppa!" She whines, stomping her feet.

 

What am I, a babysitter?

 

"Whatever." I sigh, giving up.

 

"Yay! Oppa!" She jumps. "You're the best!" She pulls me down to her height, and kisses me on the cheek.

 

 

 

 

 

I stare at her in complete surprise.

 

"It's a gift." She smiles.

 

"A gift for what?" 

 

"For saving me from Sunhwa before." She winks.

 

Saving her from Sunhwa?

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm sorry unnie! Please don't do this to me!"  

 

I can hear Dasom cry.

 

What is Sunhwa doing to her?

 

I try to push the door open, but it's no use.

 

"You little !" Sunhwa screams.

 

, faster Jung Daehyun!

 

Finally, I break the door open.

 

 

"I knew you'd c-" Sunhwa smiles.

 

I look at her happy face with disgust.

 

How could she?

 

I can't control myself, and before I know it, I've striked her face.

 

 

 

 

That.

 

"Oppa. I really, really missed you!" Dasom tucks her hair under her ear. "I hope we can stay as close even when this show ends."

 

I hope not.

 

"Yeah. Me too." I fake a smile.

 

"Okay, okay. Everyone get to the center!" PD-nim shouts at us. "Ready, set....and go!"

 

"Daehyunnie! Where do you want to go?" Dasom smiles at me.

 

"Anywhere you want to." I grin.

 

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"Stylist noona, I'm just going out to grab a drink, okay?" I bow.

 

"Sure, sure daehyun-ah." She pats me on the back.

 

Assa!

 

"Daehyunnie! Where are you going!?" Dasom runs towards me.

 

.

 

"Uh, just heading out." I walk faster, trying to get rid of her.

 

"Then, let's go together!" She grabs my hand. "We'll look like a cute couple, won't we?"

 

That's the exact situation, I'm trying to avoid.

 

"I'm not so sure about that....Dasom"

 

"Why?" She pouts. "Do you dislike being seen with me?"

 

"Oh, Dasom-ah!" Stylist noona slings her arm over Dasom. "You have such pretty hands!"

 

"Thank you, unnie!" She blushes.

 

"Why don't these pretty hands come help me with the clothing rack, oh?"

 

"But unnie!" Dasom starts to protest.

 

"No, Dasom! That's perfect. You should totally help Noona!" I push her gently towards the closet. "It'll be perfect! Go, Go!"

 

Noona pulls the reluctant and whinning Dasom, and winks at me.

 

Thanks, big time Noona. Thank you.

 

I quickly run out of the building, into the warm heat of the spring afternoon.

 

"Ahh...it feels good." I pull my hood over my head, before anyone could notice me.

 

I cross the road, heading over to my favourite cafe in Hongdae. It was quite girly, and had pink wallpaper, but their coffee was the best.

 

"Welcome!" The worker bows, and hands me a pamphlet. "We're having a coffee competition, two weeks from now. The winner gets to see hot girl group "SECRET" live with their new single "Yoo-hoo!" 

 

I smile gently at her, and head towards the counter.

 

SECRET, huh?

 

I wonder what Sunhwa's doing..............

 

"What would you like, sir?" 

 

"Uh....tall americano, and a choclate chip muffin." I mumble.

 

"Thank you, sir. Your order will shorty come." The girl smiles at me, and then takes a double take. 

 

"Is something wrong?"

 

She blushes. "Ahh...it's nothing. I was just shocked by your......face."

 

I ruffle my hair, embarrased by her sudden confession.

 

"T-thank you." I bite my lip.

 

Why do I feel guilty?

 

"1 tall americano, 1 choclate chip muffin?"

 

"Here!" I raise my hand, and the worker hands me my purchase.

 

I walk over to the closest seat to the window. Some couple has occupied my favourite seat.

 

"But...tae, you can't tell anyone okay?"

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"Yeah. I don't want anyone finding out. I want to get her when she least expects me to."

 

Uhhhh. So noisy!

 

I munch on my muffin, trying to tune everything out.

 

"Okay, Sunhwa. I trust you."

 

Can they shut up already?

 

Hold on.

 

Did he just say Sunhwa?

 

I instantly stand up, causing my chair to fall over.

 

The couple lift their head, possibly disturbed by the noise I've created.

 

"Daehyun?" Sunhwa widens her eyes.

 

I notice how Taecyeon's hands are enterwined with Sunhwa's.

 

"What are you doing?" I glare at the two.

 

"Daehyun. Listen to hyung, it's not what it looks like." Taecyeon tries to pat me on the back, but I shrug him off.

 

"Don't touch me."

 

"What the hell, Daehyun? Can't you freaking respect your elders?" Sunhwa spits at me.

 

Respect my elders?

 

She's the one giving her body to countless of men, and she thinks she has the right to criticize me?

 

"You, out of all people should not be saying that." I scoff.

 

Her eyes turn into slits. "What are you trying to say?" She growls.

 

"Guys, calm down!" Taecyeon holds Sunhwa back.

 

I don't like it.

 

Why is he touching her so much?

 

"I'm not the one with a freaking scandal over my head. I'm not the one who's been named "Nation's easy girl." I am not the one who cheated on her boyfriend. I am not the one who ruined their group's career. And I am definitely not the one wh-"

 

Her slap cuts off my words.

 

I look at her stunned.

 

"How could you?" Her voice cracks.

 

An uneasy feeling takes over my heart.

 

Did I go too far?

 

Her face scrunches, and a small tear falls down.

 

"Sunhwaa.." I whisper. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-"

 

She lifts her hand up. "Save it!"

 

"Dude, that was low." Taecyeon stares at me.

 

"I didn't mean to, I-"

 

"You didn't mean to what? You didn't mean to make me feel bad? You didn't mean to say all those hurtful words? Just like you didn't mean to slap me, and trust that ing Dasom over your own girlfriend?" She shouts.

 

I didn't trust Dasom.........

 

The whole cafe is looking at us.

 

"Sunhwa...shh." Taecyeon rubs her hands.

 

"STOP TOUCHING HER!' I scream frustrated.

 

Sunhwa glares at me.

 

"You have no right to care, anymore." 

 

"Is there a problem?" The manager walks towards us, with a file in his hands.

 

"No, we were just leaving." Sunhwa croaks. She pulls the confused Taecyeon out of the cafe, leaving me alone.

 

"Are you okay?" The manager shakes me back and forth.

 

Could it be?

 

Was I in the wrong?

 

Was Sunhwa really framed?

 

"Sir, are you okay?" The man stares at me with worry in his eyes.

 

I gulp.

 

"No. I don't think I'm okay."

 

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Here's the chapter........

 

*bows down*

 

Sorry for making you guys wait so freaking long! There is no excuse for my laziness. I was online most of the time, but all I did was update IMD...and I completely ditched this. I am really sorry! But next chapter is Sunhwa POV, so yeah. I will update next week! <3

 

Thank you guys for sticking with me throughout the months!