It was a Saturday afternoon, one that was long overdue. The siblings sat side by side on that tree branch, both with an undeniably similar appearance: t-shirt, jeans, with a french-dip in hand. To Mark, the city streets and people of this place had changed all too much these three years. But one thing could never change, and that thing was but a simple tree branch.

      "So you're really not staying?" Cassidy asked with a mouthful of sandwich.       "You're disgusting, what if your classmates saw you like this? Hey, chew with your mouth closed!" He was laughing. "Yeah, I'm going back to Korea after these two weeks are over."       "You should take me with you. You won't have to buy and send me my merch anymore. I'll be closer to my bias that way. Maybe we could even meet and get married," she joked, at least he hoped she was joking.       "I don't mind sending you those dumb albums and photocards anyway. There's no way you're coming with me, especially with the threat of you being a potential sasaeng. Who exactly even is this guy, your 'bias,' anyway?"       "You expect me to choose only one?" They laughed like it was old times. She had told him she came to liking these groups because of an introduction from a friend. That was a raging lie. Cassidy began searching all about Korea since the moment Mark left, and somehow came across a video. It was something that tied her to that distant place an ocean away; it was something that tied her to her brother who lived there. Not that this was something Mark should know about, no, she would never tell him that secret. Because amongst siblings, it always has to be kept secret, just how much you care for the other.       "Why do you want to stay there anyway? It was always you complaining and complaining until now. Geez, you would take up so