Kwangmin stood waiting outside the bathroom.

Clinks in the kitchen. Padded footsteps in the kitchen. Mumbles in the kitchen.

He was sure their mother wouldnt be coming upstairs anytime soon. After all, she rarely did unless the twins were in trouble. Her three necessities -a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom- were all downstairs to suit her convenience. And even though his father's lifestyle was similar, Kwangmin couldn't help but worry that they would suddenly find reason to venture upstairs.

A soft touch on his cheek interrupted Kwangmin's thoughts. His nervous fingers travled up to his face, meeting Jolyu's. He turned and their eyes met. Her touch sent tingles through the nerves in his skin. He couldn't help but catch his breath as he let her blank eyes search his own.

She doesn't understand what she's doing to me... 

He dropped the hand that carressed his face. She didn't seem to notice his abrupt behavior. Jolyu had one hand on the wall for support, her former garment and necklace slung across her arm. She swayed her shoulders back and forth slowly as she looked up at Kwangmin, searching for approval in her change of wardrobe.

Kwangmin's eyes widened as he noticed her clothing. The shirt was a bit baggy on Jolyu, but that wasn't the problem. Instead of slipping both arms through the shirt, one stuck out through the neckline. It was dangerously low on her chest. 

Kwangmin gulped. Just fix it quickly. Don't let her get the better of your thoughts.

"Clothing is right?" Jolyu asked, her eyes wide. She didn't want to do anything to displease him.

Shaking his head, Kwangmin took a step closer. He lifted her arm, followed by the shirt. He carefully tucked her arm into its proper sleeve. Somthing caught his eye on her neck he hadn't noticed before. Kwangmin's index finger gently touched the area. Jolyu shivered, but her gaze never shifted from his eyes. His face was inches from her neck as he inspected the brown marks on her neck. Three short marks marred her porcelain skin. He could tell immediately that they were burns.

"Jolyu...," Kwangmin began, his voice cracking. "W-What is this?" Who could have done this to her?

"Badge," she said simply. Kwangmin, still wondering how she was learning these words so quickly, stared at her, confused. She looked up at him. "I'm ugly," she stated. Her words were not an opinion, she said them as if they were a simple fact that couldn't be argued. 

"W-What?" Kwangmin gaped. She certainly was not ugly. Jolyu... you're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on... how can you even think this? How could this be true? 

Jolyu's eyebrows knit together. "Badge? Mark for being ugly!" Seeing Kwangmin still confused, she nodded as if something clicked in her brain. "Your people do not mark. Where I come from, we mark." 

This was the first whisper of information Kwangmin had heard about where this girl came from. He needed more from her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and asked, "And where do you come from?"

Jolyu opened to speak when the bedroom door opened. Out came a smiling Minwoo. 

"Jolyu, you're done!" he whispered loudly. "Come back in now, okay? I'm missing you!"

Kwangmin shot Minwoo a murderous glare. I'm gonna kill that boy one day.

Her eyes widening in excitement, Jolyu giggled as she grasped Minwoo's outstretched hand. She was still barely able to walk, but made it into the bedroom with the help of Minwoo's supporting arms. 

Kwangmin sighed, frustrated, as questions and confusion flooded his mind. He had to know what she was going to say.

"Jolyu!" he said firmly. Kwangmin needed her attention, and now.

She was busy with Minwoo, who was pulling her into his lap on the floor. Jolyu looked up at Kwangmin as Minwoo wrapped his arms around her waist. "Neh?" she asked. Youngmin sat on the bed behind them and ruffled Jolyu's hair.

Kwangmin's clenched fists shook. He coudln't stand all this. The TV was running another Spongebob episode and the noise was making things worse. He couldn't stand how this girl was changing them all so quickly. Kwangmin didn't like the feelings that bubbled up inside him after knowing her so shortly. He could see the same feelings practically radiating from both Minwoo and Youngmin. 

Kwangmin sighed, relaxing his fists. He knew any rage would scare Jolyu and serve pointless. Just let it go... focus on what's important. "Jolyu," he bagan. Her attention was focused on Kwangmin. "Where do you come from?"

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A/N: oh my! such a short chapter.. hehe but i like teasing you :3 *giggle* i'm so happy i have new subscribers! and people are starting to comment! *dies of happiness* also please follow me on tumblr~! :D