EunHee POV 

i came to my senses as a question entered my mind.

“oppa?” i asked with the cutest and most innocent voice that i would manage.

“hm?” he answered as he twirled himself in my red spiny chair.

“are you driving me today?”

“who else? omma and appa aren’t here…”

“ohyeah, i forgot.”

“waeyo?” he asked as he realized how messy my hair was.

“mmm. nothing…”

“you sure? don’t waste your chance to ask me things. i know everything”, he jokingly, said.

“eottokae! i want to know everything”, i joked. but seriously said, “oppa… let’s talk later, in the car?”

“dneh…” he replied curiously. i knew he’d ask me what’s up later on, he thinks my life is like a never ending story.

i my black straightener, as i walked towards my closet. i got out of my irresistible jammies and got into uniform. i watched as my straightener begin to smoke on top of a tissue that it lay on. as i came to my senses, and realized what was happening. i power walked towards my framed mirror and began straightening and combing.

i ended up curling some, then bobby pinning my bangs up so that my tiny forehead and semi-maiden’s peek showed. i clipped a little ribbon onto the side of my ponytail that matched our green uniform skirt and top.

omma left us a carton of milk and some cereal for breakfast. eunwoo was responsible for our two lunches and dinners. 

when i walked out the door to see eunjung getting into eunwoo’s car, my shoulders slumped, but i picked them back up and put a half smile on my face, and continued walking towards the little car of his. eunwoo only liked it when i smiled. i felt like i had to fulfill that. i owe him

i loved it when he sent me to school. but not with eunjung… she doesn’t know anything…

 but what i really couldn’t stand was that everyone at school would surround his car as if he was some celebrity entering the red carpet. well… mostly the junior and seniors that knew him while he was still in school. just because he was highest scoring in soccer in all of south korea’s high schools… and was super good looking… okay i guess i know why he’s so known at our school.  

but i sometimes wish that he wasn’t my brother. so i could be normal. i hated how guys would always go for me because of him. it hurt. i didn’t know who to trust.

so, i just walked towards the door, grabbed my lunchbox and began choosing which pair of sneakers so wear.

Eunwoo POV

i watched as eunhee put on her white sneakers that i bought her. i bought navy blue ones for myself when hyukjay and i went to the u.s. for a soccer match. i had also gotten her a pair of yellow and pink. they were converse, very pricey. but it was worth it, because she always smiles when she puts them on. it made me happy. 

eunjung and eunhee got into my car. it was a not so old and not so new hyundai. i wanted our parents to drive eunjung. eunhee and i have the coolest conversations when eunjung isn’t with us. eunjung is only four years younger than eunhee. but that’s a lot when your talking about experience…. so i guess it’s harder for her to understand the things that i’m going through. when i start conversations with eunhee, while eunjung is in the car, she shushes me, just like omma does. it’s really cute.

this makes me understand why so many guys at her school like her. she’s the cutest when she’s mad. for example, when you tell her to do something she’s all up for it. and she’s she kindest to her friends, and it always seems that she is loyal enough to risk her life for them. she’s the most down to earth girl that i have ever known. i knew that with all my heart that her friend minju had to be the luckiest of them all.

as we drove towards the middle school, i could see eunjung’s disappointed face. it hurt me… she never smiled anymore…what was wrong? i wanted to ask, i really wanted to.

when i opened my mouth to ask, “donsaeng! whatsup…” i could only hear it in my head.

she left the car as i pulled over.

she ran away doing what looked what whipping tears away.

EunHee POV

after we dropped eunjung off at her middle school, i wanted him to ask what i was going to ask earlier. but my hopes died as he pulled up a block before arriving at my school.

“there’s a lot of traffic today, can i drop you off here and you walk the rest?”

it’s not like i could say no… “yeah, bye. saranghaeyo…”

“m.m.m.! saranghae dongsaeng! smile a lot at school! arasseo?”

“arasseo, arasseo” i sighed and put my head down. as i walked on, he beeped his car horn at me. when i turned to look, his hands were off the wheel and he made his fingers form a happy face on his tanned face. i laughed out loud. i replied with a funny face, as he knew that had realized what he wanted from me.

then i took out my phone, and text-ed minju once oppa was out of sight.