For my awesome subscibers: GET READY FOR SOME SCREAMIN'

You were waiting for Daehyun to get ready for bed. You sat on the couch, massaging your legs gently. Weird. It didn't hurt as much today..

Your mind wandered to what Youngjae had said to you. 

"Hana...available...space?" you asked yourself.

"What space?" a voice said.

You looked up and saw  Daehyun drying his hair with his towel. He looked like he was filming a commercial. He looked as y as ever and you still couldn't get used to looking at him. You cleared your throat. Daehyun sat down, and hung his towel around his neck. His hair was still wet. Aish. This guy doesn't knows how to dry his hair. 

Daehyun's hands reached out towards your legs where you were massaging earlier on. He began to massage it gently. You were taken back by his sudden action. Aish, this Jung Daehyun. 

"It's just what Youngjae told me earlier before the boys left," you replied to his question. You carefully reached towards his towel and pushed his head down gently, indicating you were going to dry his hair for him. You gently dried his mop of hair. Daehyun's thoughts were cut off with your simple action. He smiled to himself, thanking the towel that was covering his face. 

"W-what did he say?"

"I don't know...something about Hana..."

"Oh."

"Speaking about Hana...." you spoke while Daehyun braced himself for what was coming forth.

"Where's your phone?" Huh? Daehyun was confused over your sudden change of topics. He stopped massaging your legs and you felt yourself wanting his warm hands to come back to your legs. He reached out to the coffee table and tossed you his phone. You stop drying his hair and pressed a few buttons. 

You pressed the phone to you ear and waited for the other end of the call to pick up.

"Yoboseyo? Hana?" you started.

Oh, . Just great!

"Ne? YURA?!! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS?! I CALLED YOU SO ING MANY TIMES AND YOU DIDN'T ANSWER ME!! NOW WHERE ARE YOU AND WHOSE PHONE IS THIS?! ARE YOU HURT OR ANYTHING?! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!" 

You jerked the phone away from your ear. 

"Aish. Chill, my super duper worried mum. I'm good and I'm at Daehyun's house," you replied as calmly as you could.

"Oh....wait. BWOH?! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! DAEHYUN?! AS IN THE JUNG DAEHYUN?!!!?"

"Yah! Unnie! You really need to stop screaming."

"HOW CAN I NOT BE SCREAMING WHEN YOUR AT JUNG DAEHYUN'S HOUSE?! YOU'LL GET OR WHATEVER! Never mind. Tell me his address. I'm coming to get you."

"Huh? Aren't you over at your cousin's or something?" you looked over at the guilty Daehyun. He looked kinda innocent with the towel still draped over his head and looking at you with big, guilty eyes.

"WHO TOLD YOU THAT?! AISH. I'M COMING OVER. WHERE ARE YOU?!"

You pulled the phone away from your poor ears once again. 

"You know where I live right? It's just opposite mine. And before you scream or yell again, yes, he's living across me and I. Am. Fine."

You were Hana sigh from the other line. 

"You better be." and she hung up.

You looked over at D