Kyuhyun’s POV:

Click. I unlocked the door, creeping my way inside, throwing away my jacket onto the rack and kicking off my shoes lazily. I hated when they volunteered me to wake up Yesung. He was the worst one and I always ended up just going to get Leeteuk to do it, a waste of my time really. As I rounded the corner toward the living room, I could hear the faint sounds of the television. Oh please let him be awake, I pleaded.

To my surprise Yesung wasn’t the one on the couch but someone else, someone I couldn’t quite make out was. My eyes tried to scan the figure from where I stood. They were covered by a blanket, their face nestled into a pillow. Casually I walked over, bending down to pull away the covers, revealing with a scoff, Jade. 

She looked less hostile when she was sleeping, with open, very attractive. With a sigh I reached out and gave her a good shove. Nothing. A little harder this time I tried but yet she still wouldn’t move. Aish, really?

“Yah!”

“I’m awake kyuhyun-ah!” I heard Yesung call from his room.

“Ugh... NOT YOU, HYUNG.” I called back, shaking my head. Babo.

A small sound emanated from as she was stirred slightly by our yelling. Her eyes fluttered open and her expression suddenly became wide eyed and frantic.

“Where am I?!” She asked anxiously shooting into an upright position, throwing the blanket to the floor.

“The dorms.” I stated. “You’re going to be late for your classes,” I decided to comment as well.

Jade huffed and quickly began gathering her things, shoving them sloppily into her bag. She hopped off the couch and swung her bag, placing it over her shoulder, her eyes looked up at me with a dazed expression.

“Are you going to class today? We’re going over the rubric for the project. We could work on some stuff in class.”

Still persistent wasn’t she? Not much common sense either. Was I really going to have to spell everything out for her? “Don’t you think that would be detrimental? I mean, I have fans in that class…you’d be eaten alive by the next day. We can work on the project here and only here, understood?” She bit her lip, she was angry.

“I got it.” Jade, walked briskly to the door, slipping on her shoes clumsily, almost falling over; she nodded to me and headed out.

How strange this girl was. But then again maybe I was being too harsh on her.  No, after all, I was the one who had to clean up after her mistakes. I shook my head and began to pick up the blanket she’d carelessly tossed aside. As I did so, a small notebook was revealed from underneath. Cautiously I picked it up with one hand, placing the blanket down with other. This must have been hers; it was purple and had what looked like scribbles on the corners. So childish. Looking around I made sure no one was around; especially that she didn’t come back, as I flipped through the pages.

“Kyuhyun-ah are you ready?” Yesung appeared from the back rooms, fixing his hair under a hat.

 Quickly I hid away the notebook under my arm, making my way over to the rack, grabbing my jacket and placing the notebook into it, holding it in one arm.

“I’m ready, hyung.”

***

Jade’s POV:

Frantically I searched through my bag for my notebook, taking out everything and at one point even dumping the entire content of it onto the classroom floor next to my seat. Where could it be?! I could’ve sworn I threw it back in here after I fell asleep at-…

My heart sank. Had I really left my most private possession at the dorm?   I bit my lip hard at the thought.

Thinking quickly I picked up my cell phone from the floor, flipping it open and searching for Kibum’s phone number in the contacts list. As soon as I hit send, the professor walked in and instructed us that class was about to begin. His eyes fell to me.

“Cell phones off.”

This is what desperation felt like, wasn’t it? Slowly I lowered my hand, snapping the phone closed with my fingers and staring blankly at the mess I had made on the floor, wishing my notebook was anywhere but Suju’s dorm.

***

Kyuhyun’s POV:

“Kyuhyun-ah,” Shindong called from across the hall, “Seunghwan says you can leave first with Kangin and the others if you want.”

Turning on my heel, I nodded and took off towards the back exit of KBS studios. It was nice not being on television shows for more than one take. They only really needed the leader and the charismatic ones anyway to make it a success. I was more than pleased to leave early. My satchel bumped against my thigh, reminding me about the small notebook I’d yet to read.

Of course I realized that it wasn’t mine and that it was a total invasion of privacy. I thought about giving it back to her when I saw her that night, like any other good person. But truthfully, my curiosity was killing me more so than my ability to refrain from prying into her personal thoughts. Most, if not all, of the contents were in English anyway, she should be proud that I’m taking so much effort to go so far as translating it into hangul.

With a sarcastic scoff I met up with the others, trying my best to keep a straight face. We headed back towards the dorms and even though I knew it was jut a short ways away, this itching feeling crept up on me. It felt like forever in that van. Since when were there so many red lights? Kibum sat next to me, eyeing me suspiciously.

His mouth twitched as he asked me. “You haven’t seen a small purple notebook have you?”

It took all I had not to crack. “No, why?”

“Jade called and left me a message saying she was coming by tonight to see if she left it in the dorms.”

Great, I’d have no time to read it then. “She really should be more careful, especially if it was something for school.”

Kibum nodded, turning his head away from me. “Mm.”

I know he thinks I have it, or at least have seen it. He wouldn’t be entirely wrong. I did have it, after all. Don’t worry; she’ll get it back…once I’m done with it that is.

~~

“I can’t believe she can write in so many languages.” My thoughts expressed themselves verbally as I dropped my pen in defeat from translating.

 She not only had English but Korean, mandarin and Spanish as well. Needless to say, I was impressed. Jade had put a lot of effort into her writing, in any language. Her Korean was a bit awkward though, but even so, there were lines that stuck with me.

Lines like: Day by day (day by day) I didn’t know a day could be so long, I…. I..
Didn’t know I will miss you this much, I’m crying, crying once again. Why did you do it?

In a sense you could say I felt a little bad for reading these lyrics, these poems, or even short descriptions. She must have been really hurt, and judging by the countless pages which were filled, it must have happened more than once.

I sighed, reclining slightly in the swivel chair, contemplating whether or not it was safe to start easing up on the foreigner girl. She obviously liked me the least. But what could I do, it didn’t really matter to me anyways…she’d be gone in a few months and everything would be back to semi-normality.

Knock. Knock. What now?

As I opened the door, Jade stood in the doorway, flakes of snow still present on her hair and coat.

“Kyuhyun-ssi, have you seen my notebook anywhere in here? Maybe the maid put it in here when she cleaned?” Her eyes quickly scanned the room behind me.

I knew wouldn’t be able to see it where it was on my desk so I merely shook my head and ushered her out. “Weren’t you sleeping on the couch? Did you check in between it?”

I caught her roll her eyes. “Yes and it wasn’t there.”

Donghae and Sungmin sat on the couch unmoved to look for it by the subtle suggestion. Kibum on the other hand was busy scouring under and around the couch. He scratched his head, thinking hard about where else to look.

Jade sighed. “It’s ok, Kibum. It might turn up somewhere soon…hopefully.” She managed to whisper the last part but I had caught it.

Should I give it back now? Lie, and say it was just some joke? Kibum groaned, shaking me from my thoughts. It was too late now anyway. I’d have to do it some other way.

“I’ll walk you out then, Jade. I’m really sorry.” Kibum grabbed his coat from the rack and waited for her to move.

Hangeng peeked his head from around the kitchen, “We’ll all keep a look out for it, Jade.”

I’m pretty sure that was Mandarin. Since when were they on native speaking terms?

She nodded, wrapping her scarf tighter around her face. I looked down at her. If I hadn’t known any better I would say she was crying…but I was hoping that it was only the flecks of snow melting onto her face from her hair. Jade thanked everyone and walked out of the room with Kibum.

“Why was she even here overnight in the first place?” Sungmin spoke once she had left.

“Yesung said it was snowing badly, so he made her stay.” Donghae replied.

Unconsciously I made my way over to the window, watching the lights of the cab, in my assumption, which was waiting for Jade.

They came out a few minutes later; she talked to kibum for a few seconds and then made her way down the steps. Oh wow…she slipped and fell onto her bottom. Kibum helped her up.

“Pfft.”

I felt Sungmin’s eyes look up at me curiously. “What is it, kyuhyun-ah?”

“She just slipped on some ice and fell. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so scatter brained before. It’s really taxing to even watch. If this is America’s finest,” I let out a small laugh, “then I feel sorry for the men there.”

“Wow harsh,” Donghae breathed from the couch, “I think it’s cute and innocent; it’s charming.”

Was he serious? “Hyung…that is not charming. She’s a flake and I’m always the one who bails her out. Or did we forget so soon?” Donghae always did have the strangest taste in women.

“It sounds to me like you kind of like it, Kyu.” Kangin commented from coming out of one of the rooms.

Um…-“Excuse me?”

“That’s true, men like you always end up with girls like that.” Eunhyuk explained.

“Men like me? You mean intelligent and gifted? With women who are inept and frustrating? I don’t think so; you watch too many dramas, hyung. Make no mistake I do not find that girl appealing.” This was ridiculous.

“Fine, I’ll ask her out then.” Well, that was really unexpcted. Donghae’s words left the whole room silent, everyone’s eyes finding him and piercing him with the same question everyone was wondering but the one Kibum had voice when he slammed the door, making his way inside.

“What?”

Donghae shrugged back his shoulders smugly. “Yea…that’s right. I think she’s cute. Plus, I haven’t had a date in forever and no one would think anything of it because she works for us anyway.”

“Do you realize how risky that is?” Sungmin pointed out.

Donghae nodded. “Ye…actually I’m going to call her right now and see what she’s doing this weekend.”

We were all staring at him, not wanting to say what we were each thinking, trying to figure out if this was a joke or not. I mean it was true Donghae hyung didn’t like being lonely for long but this was just…just… no.

He was actually calling, making his way towards one of the back rooms, shutting the door, so that his voice was muffled and we could no longer hear the conversation.

“Do you think he really did?” Hangeng asked in a worried tone from the kitchen.

“Yes,” Eunhyuk replied casually.

Kibum stuttered, “W-well…I don’t think we should let him. If reporters see them or something and a scandal breaks out-…”

“He’s good about handling these things though, why are you so worked up Kibum?” Kangin raised a brow.

I was wondering the same. Was this really ok for them to do? I mean it’s not like I cared whether or not he took her out but being seen was a whole other thing. We really didn’t need to ruin our image now, especially with having to reschedule those shows. Everything seemed too calm and that always means that something bad is going to happen because the universe needs to always remind us that it’s in power, not us.

Having heard enough of Kibum and Kangin’s reasoning for why or why not this was a good idea, I quietly went back to my room, Sungmin following close behind. He hated being in the middle of things so I assumed he was going to hide out in our room until they all stopped bickering. In the hallway Donghae came out from one of the rooms, smiling widely as he looked to us, closing his phone shut with a snap.

“Did you honestly just do that?” I asked curious one last time to know what he was up too.

“Of course. You know me. What does it matter? She’s not appealing to you anyway, right?” Donghae patted me on the shoulder and walked passed us.

He was testing me…I knew it. I hated when he did that. She wasn’t appealing to me; there was no doubt about that. I was more annoyed at that fact that, that sort of assumption had even been brought about in he first place.

I shook my head and scoffed, “Me, like her…hah, that’s hilarious. Do they even know me at all?”

Sungmin opened our door, looking back at me. “Kyuhyunnie? You’re talking to yourself again.” He sighed.

“Sorry, I was just verbalizing how clueless our band mates are.” With that I walked in, resuming my spot at my desk to continue sifting through this girl’s thoughts. Even if her outwardly appearance turned me off, her writing was, I had to admit, quality.

***

Jade’s POV:

I swear my phone had melted in my hands and fell to a puddle on the floor of my apartment. Donghae did not just ask me out this weekend? He did not say: We should grab something to eat after my shoot, maybe a late movie too? Right?!

Was I hyperventilating? I had never done that before but for some reason it was hard to breathe and I needed some water. My palms were sweaty as I ran them through my hair. Me and Donghae had only had one interaction…maybe a few times after that but…but…but.

My first instinct was to pinch myself, which might have done more damage to my mind when I realized I wasn’t dreaming. I sat in silence on my knees, trying to fit the pieces together but, no matter how hard I tried to figure it out…nothing made sense.

“Saturday.” I repeated to myself. “Saturday.”

~

When the door to the dorm opened, my mood changed drastically frm excited and fluttery to disappointed. 

Kyuhyun stood there, his tall frame hovering over me as he idly moved to the side in order to let me in. He was wearing his pajamas still and despite wanting to comment on his lack of hygiene for the day, I merely eyed his choice of pearlescent blue pants and made my way into the tv area.

“Donghae isn’t here yet.” He stated, briskly walking passed me towards his room, I assumed.

“I know. He said he’d text me when he was finished. He told me to meet him here anyway.” I sat down on the floor in front of the small coffee table, placing my bag down next to me.

It was hard sitting down on the floor in a skirt. It hadn’t snowed the last couple of days so I figured it would be nice if I dressed up for once. Judging by the lack of reaction from Kyuhyun my outfit wasn’t too impressive but it would be fine for a friendly outing.

“Did you ever happen to see my notebook yet?” I asked once more before he disappeared from sight down the hall.

His steps stopped abruptly. “You mean you still haven’t found it?” Kyuhyun jeered.

A simple no would have sufficed. “I’m just gonna watch tv, till Donghae calls, if you don’t mind.”

I’m pretty sure he mumbled something under his breath…but I brushed it off, turning up the volume loudly as he slammed his door shut.

~

-Jade-ah, I’m sorry! Something came up and Kiubm needed my help. I should be there soon!-

That last text was about forty-five minutes ago. I never would have thought I’d been stood up; Donghae didn’t seem like that kind of person. Not really, anyways.

Fixing the wrinkles in my skirt, I stretched out my legs, brushing off dust from my leggings. Should I continue waiting? It seemed too late now, the only other thing I could do was text him saying maybe another time. Despite wanting to cry, I took in a deep breath and hit reply to his txt message ready to cancel this once and for all and go home and sleep. 

“You do know it’s been almost an hour right?” Kyuhyun’s voice boomed down at me. Was he angry?

I gulped. “Yes…but it’s o-…”

He sighed and his heel, leaving me hanging with my unfinished sentence. I turned back to my phone but before I could start the text, Kyuhyun came back out, dressed in street clothes, a hat, scarf and sunglasses in one hand. With the other he grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me up onto my feet.

“Let’s go.” He led me towards the door, waiting for me to put my shoes on, taking both our coats down from the rack.

“What are you doing?” I asked, still a little caught off guard to what exactly was going on.

“Girls shouldn’t be stood up,” Kyuhyun paused, handing me my coat and steering me out the door, “even if they are as irritating as you.”

~

“No way, he can’t be, he’s a horrible actor!” Kyuhyun disagreed when I mentioned that Daniel Henney was famous even in the U.S.

I waved my finger in his face. “I think you’re just jealous.”

He clicked his tongue and I swore he even laughed a little.

Kyuhyun had surprised me. Instead of complaining the whole time we were out, he actually had a little fun. We saw the latest movie which had just come out, buying popcorn even, to share, sitting at the very corner, occupying a loveseat. I told him how I had never actually been on a bridge, seeing as most of the movie revolved around one. He didn’t believe me, but instead of one his snarky remarks, he bragged about how he was going to show me one of the best ones in Seoul.

“Oh wow! It’s so pretty!” I exclaimed flinging myself excitedly against the railing, looking up at the magnificent bridge.

With his hands in his pockets, Kyuhyun nodded, standing next to me. “Didn't I tell you? Banpo bridge is amazing, especially at night.”

The question had been lingering in my head the whole night. “So what made you want to be a knight in shining armor to me?” Leaning my chin on the palm of my hand, I looked to him, waiting for some sort of explanation other than the one he had previously given.

He didn’t look at me; rather he removed his sunglasses and placed his elbows on the railing, supporting himself on them. As he breathed out a small puff of air escaped. “I told you. Girls shouldn’t be stood up. Plus, that was very unlike Donghae hyung and it...upset me.”

“It upset you?”

Kyuhyun tilted his head down, looking at the almost frozen water below. “I look up to him a lot, that’s all.”

I knew why. If it was anything like the reasons he gave in interviews I’d read, then I knew. He saw Donghae as both a hyung and a dongsaeng and for him he was someone who he was very admirable of.

“Why don’t you like me?” For some reason and somehow out of my control, my thoughts became verbal, ending in a gasp. I had not consciously thought of saying that out loud but it had slipped.

He looked at me for a second, hesitating before parting his lips ever so slightly to speak. Before he could, my cell phone rang, making him jump slightly, and turning back to look out over the bridge silently.

Fumbling through my pocket I checked the name on the front. “It’s Donghae.”

“Let’s go back then. I’ll bring the car closer.” Kyuhyun’s steps were hasty as he walked away from me.

I didn’t answer the call because I didn’t want to hear Donghae’s excuse. In fact, I just wanted to stay on this bridge, my first bridge, with the first person I never thought it would be with. I was glad that Donghae hadn’t shown up. I was thankful that Kyuhyun saw me for once, and I was never going to forget his kindness, no matter how much he denied it. But I really did want to know why he hadn't at least treated me a little decently up until now. Was my being hurt the only reason he was being like this? Would it all go back to normal once we were back at the dorm? 

Kyuhyun had returned minutes later, standing closer next to me, making my heart thud a little louder than it should've. 

“Wait we can’t leave it,” He instructed, placing his hands on both of my shoulders and turning me to face the bridge.

“Why n-…”

He put a finger to his lips, “Just watch,” then pointed up to the bridge.

My eyes followed curiously just as the water began to emit itself from pipes sticking out of the sides. I was in complete awe…the water were all different colors just like the rainbow. I couldn’t help but squeal excitedly.

“Kyuhyun-ah, it’s incredible!” I clapped my hands together.

“I know.”

***

Kyuhyun’s POV:

Her innocent side had startled me to be completely honest. I didn’t think she had it in her to be this cute but I guess Donghae had seen something I didn’t. Secretly, I was more upset at Jade for waiting around for someone who was obviously not going to show up than I was at Donghae who was the culprit. I hated seeing girls be let down or hurt and after reading Jade's exceprts from her notebook, I wasn't going to let it happen to her again. This was the least I could do. 

I still was unsure of how to feel towards her, however. I think the annoyance I felt had died down slightly after this night. She was much more pleasant when we weren’t fighting; although I did enjoy the arguments…she was a worthy adversary when it came to intelligent conversations.

Around us more couples began to appear to watch the colors as well. I tapped her arm lightly; she stiffened, her head tilting back to look up at me. “We should go; people are starting to show up now.”

Jade nodded and turned around on her heel, although it was much too quick and she slipped clumsily on her heels, falling into me. I caught her, saving her once again from a potentially embarrassing turn of events. On the other hand I felt myself turning uncomfortable by having her so close to me like this.

Thankfully she quickly recovered, pushing her self up from me, her steps almost racing towards the car. For a few seconds I remained motionless, simply watching her walk away, thinking about the question she posed to me earlier.

Why hadn’t I liked her? Maybe it was because I was afraid too. I was too worried about our image, my image, the thought of having to deal with fangirls and their tricks. But perhaps, Jade was different, I just needed to open my eyes a little wider to see it. Was I willing to do it though? 

She turned around and looked at me, catching me straight in my eyes, motioning with her hand for me to walk over. As she smiled timidly one of her lines popped into my head: I will swallow all my hurt, and show you my smiling face, from now on, I will not be in pain anymore.

Suddenly, I found myself smiling back, making my way over to this girl who I was finding more and more itriguing with each step I took. 

(A/N: this was really fun to write just so you know ^^ So what do you think so far? Seems pretty predictable from here on out? Hmmm...maybe...maybe not~ Hee hee!)