I'm so sorry it's taken so long, I was ill... then I went to Wales for a while and then I came back and was ill again, then recently there was this freak weather here in England, something called sunshine. We don't get it much so I went and enjoyed the sun. (now sunburnt) ANYWAY... 98 subber-dubbers?! Whilst I was slacking you all grew and well... I'm so thankful :'( I'm close to 100... I can feel it! :D Please enjoy even though it's not much, sh*t is about the hit the fan in this fic, I promise it will pick-up more on the romance side of things and Dahae and Luhan will have their own little seperate storyline to look forward to aswell. PROMISE. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I managed to sneak out when Lay was taking another nap, his mother was there then, so I didn't feel guilty about leaving him. As I arrived at the school Kris waited outside, leaning against the wall looking like a model. "Oh, Eunjoo you're here!" He comes towards me and grabs my hand pulling me into the school. "We're going to be late!"                  A couple hours into rehearsal and I'm singing 'Hopelessly Devoted To You' when there's a black out... I feel someone pull me close and say. "Don't worry I'm here." It's Kris. I wonder if he thinks I'm scared, I let out a chuckle and stay in his arms.    It's about 5 minutes until the practice room lights up again and I'm left feeling awkward with Kris' arms around me. "Uh... the lights are on."    Kris moves back and releases me with a shy smile on his face. "Sorry."    I smile back and shake my head.    "Eunjoo-ssi!" I hear from the end of the hall.    I look to the voice to see once of the scene painters waving towards me. "Yes?" I say walking towards the edge of the stage.    "You have a guest here." He replys.    I come off the stage and run up the aisle between the rows of seats and smile. "Who is it?"   "Eunjoo-ah." I hear.    I turn to see Lay stood with a small smile on his face. I smile back to him and then shake my head and pout. "Why are you here instead of in bed?"    He laughs at my motherly attitude and comes closer holding up a bag. "I made you food."    My eyes light up. "Wahh, really?"    "Don't act cute." He says poking my forehead. "Just a thank you for sorting me out."    I notice his eyes are still glassy and put my hand to his forehead. "Your fevers gone down alot, but your still not better."    "I'll be fine, I'll just lounge around here until you leave then we'll walk together." He looks at the rows of empty seats asif looking for the comfiest.    I nod and take the food from him. "Its just about time for another 10 minute break, we'll eat this then."    I begin to move back to the stage when the director calls the break. "Yay!" Lay says taking my hand and pulling me down to sit on some seats. "I made lots of Korean food... Although I'm better at Chinese food, I thought you'd like this more."    I nod and look at the large variety. "Kimchi too, are you sure Mrs. Zhang didn't make all of this?"    "No sir, well... she made the kimchi." He says with a pout.    I nod. "That's acceptable."    We laugh and I start with the kimbap. "Mmmm." I say with a bright expression. "Made well." Then there was a kind of stew, cooked chicken legs and bibibap. "You made such a random combination." I eat alot of it then realise he isn