[Cho KyuHyun’s POV]

I carefully sat my precious PSP on the coffee table and lay down on the sofa while stretching my limbs. It was one of the rare days where we get to laze in our dorms for the whole afternoon without any schedules. The other members are in their rooms; RyeoWook and ZhouMi was composing, SungMin was practicing martial arts on his giant pink bunny plushie, Henry was playing his violin, EunHyuk and DongHae was in their room sleeping and SiWon was nowhere to be found. I sighed contentedly and buried my face into the soft pillows before dozing off.

“WHAT?!” SiWon exclaimed suddenly. “Hyung, you’re bringing her over right now?! But the current state of the dorm now is–”

 Lazily, I turned around and saw SiWon standing above me talking into his cell phone.

“When will you guys be arriving?” There was a pause. “THREE MINUTES?!”

I opened one eye and scanned the dorm; sure, it’s a mess. For the past few weeks our schedules had been so packed that we barely had time to clean up and our housekeeper had to be ill. There were empty pizza boxes on the floor, empty cans of beer on the coffee table; the dishes sat in the sink unwashed and our shoes were scattered in a messy pile by the doorstep.

After SiWon hung up he took a deep breath and his voice boomed with authority, “EVERYONE LISTEN UP, MANAGER-HYUNG CALLED AND SAID THAT OUR NEWLY HIRED TRANSLATOR WOULD BE ARRIVING IN THREE MINUTES AND WE NEED TO MAKE THE DORMITORY TIDY BEFORE SHE ARRIVES! EVERYONE GATHER IN THE LIVING ROOM RIGHT NOW!”

The members gathered in the living room with a confused look on their faces.

“Alright,” SiWon tapped his chin with his fingertips. “DongHae, I need you to quickly rinse and stuff the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. RyeoWook and Henry, please clear up all the composing and music sheets from the dining area. ZhouMi, you’re the only one that is tall enough to reach, so please rub off that tomato stains from the kitchen ceiling. KyuHyun, please collect the empty beer cans and dispose them away. And EunHyuk, PLEASE, keep all the -related items out of sight. SungMinnie, could you please arrange the shoes properly?” He said it all in one breath.

All the members stared in awe; how did SiWon managed to say everything in one go?

SiWon sighed, irritated at the members slow reactions, “GO! Oh, and EunHyuk and SungMin, don’t forget to put your shirts on!” SiWon called after them.

Our dorm started to become really chaotic. SiWon stood on a chair and shouted instructions.

“RyeoWook and Henry, please throw all the laundry into the washing machine!”

“SungMin, put on your shirt NOW!”

“KyuHyun, move your and clear the beer cans now!”

“DongHae, why haven’t you got the dirty dishes into the dishwasher?!”

DongHae called back, “I have no idea how to use this machine!”

“ZhouMi, please help DongHae with it!”

“Good work, RyeoWook and Henry!”

“KyuHyun, get rid of the pizza boxes, too.”

“Good job with the shoes, SungMin!” There was a slight pause. “SungMIn, GO PUT ON A SHIRT NOW.”

“Help! The dishwasher is going crazy! It’s spraying water everywhere!” suddenly a frantic DongHae called.

SiWon sighed and face-palmed, “ZhouMi, What did you do?!”

ZhouMi innocently said, “I couldn’t really read those Korean words… So I just guessed.”

SiWon groaned and stalked into the kitchen to set the dishwasher right. After a while, SiWon came out from the kitchen with a wet t-shirt. He pulled the shirt off him and threw it into the empty laundry hamper.

Half a minute later, the doorbell chimed and everyone gathered in the living room while SiWon went to open the door. Before opening the door, SiWon scanned the dorm, which is now very tidy, one final time for flaws.

“EunHyuk, quick, kick that empty pizza box under the couch!” SiWon whisper-yelled.

When the pizza box was out of sight, SiWon unlocked the door and that was when RyeoWook suddenly screamed, “SiWon-hyung, you’ve forgotten your shir—”

But the warning came too late; SiWon had already swung the door open, revealing his chocolate abs for whoever that was standing outside the door to look at.

Awkwardly, SiWon raised his hand, “Um… Hi?”

Being my evil self, I started laughing at SiWon’s embarrassing moment. I even heard SungMin snicker beside me. He was too busy shouting instructions at the other members to realize that he had forgotten his shirt himself.

And then, I looked up and outside the door stood our manager and an AWFULLY FAMILIAR-LOOKING person.

Manager-hyung introduced, “Everyone, this is Byul HyunRi, your new translator. She’ll be helping you guys during your up-coming long stay in Taiwan.”

The ‘Byul HyunRi’ girl bowed shyly.

Suddenly, an image of a jumbo-sized strawberry-chocolate pie flashed in my mind.

Oh my SiWon (without a shirt).

WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE? DID MANAGER-HYUNG JUST SAY THAT SHE’LL BE FLYING TO TAIWAN WITH US?!

AAAAAAAAAAH! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO! DOES SHE STILL REMEMBER ME? DID SHE COME HERE TO TAKE REVENGE ON ME? SHOULD I PULL A PRANK ON HER AND EMBARRASS HER IN FRONT OF EVERYONE? SHOULD I HAND HER A BOMB? NO, I SHOULD NOT; I HAVEN’T EVEN GOT A BOMB!

WAIT A MINUTE… WHY THE HELL AM I EVEN PANICKING? WHY AM I SCREAMING TO MYSELF IN MY HEAD?

I took in several deep breaths and managed to stop the inner-panic.  Hmm… That’s much better.

Then, that particular weird feeling came again; it was like an electric feeling that ran through my body and my heart started to race.

I just sat there with my right hand over my heart, feeling it beat faster than usual.

“KyuHyun!” I heard SiWon call my name. “What are you waiting for? Everyone’s waiting at the dining area already. Stop spacing out.”

Huh? Had I been spacing out? I looked up and found that I was the only one sitting in the living room.

[Byul HyunRi’s POV]

I was sitting between Mr. Lee and SungMin in the dining area when he walked in. It was the first time since I stepped into Super Junior M’s apartment where I got to look at KyuHyun properly. (Well, I was distracted by SiWon’s heavenly chocolate abs at the beginning.)

KyuHyun’s hair was dyed dark brown; his eyes still twinkled with mischief and playfulness. He seems to have grown taller and became skinnier since I last saw him five years ago…

An electric-like feeling washed through my body and I could hear my heartbeats start race.

This feeling feels so familiar; just like the weird feeling I experienced when I first saw him at the playroom in kindergarten.

What’s happening?

Anyway, KyuHyun slid into the chair across me; it was the only available seat left. And for some reason my brain started to panic.

WHAT SHOULD I DO? SHOULD I SMIRK AT HIM? SHOULD I ACT LIKE I HAVE FORGOTTEN WHO HE IS? DOES KYUHYUN STILL REMEMBER ME? SHOULD I SMASH STRAWBERRY-CHOCOLATE PIE INTO HIS FACE? NO, I CAN’T DO THAT; I DON’T EVEN HAVE PIE WITH ME.

SungMin, who was sitting beside me, broke my thoughts by asking, “HyunRi-shhi, are you a KyuHyun fan?” He gestured with a cute smile to my KyuHyun bag.

Aww… I can totally look at his cute bunny smile and bright twinkling eyes for the whole day.

“Uh… Both of my best friends sat on top of me until I promise to use their gift, which is this bag, once I move back to Korea.” I replied truthfully, not really answering SungMin’s question, “I like Super Junior.”

I looked up and my gaze met with KyuHyun’s. And he smirked in an it’s-been-long-hasn’t-it-I’m-so-gonna-get-my-revenge-on-you-for-smashing-pie-in-my-face sort of way at me.

Let the game of evilness begin.

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Well, here it is. I promise more KyuRi action in the next chapter x) Please leave comments~ <3