"You don't have dual personality, do you?"

Me? Dual personality? Of course not!

"I'm just angry and..." My voice died at the end.

"And what?" _____ furrowed her eyebrows.

"and...j-jealous." I looked away and _____ burst into laughter.

"Why is that funny?!"

"You look cute when your embarrassed." She giggled and I blushed.

"Oppa, don't be jealous. This is all a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?"

"Ne....let me explain, okay?

I sat there and waited for an explanation while ______ made tea.

Oppa is acting like a kid. I already told him I love him so why should he be jealous?

I laughed to myself and accidentally dropped the teacup and got wounded. 

"Ah!" I exclaimed and oppa quickly went over to me.

He scolded me for being so careless and checked on my hand. It wasn't that serious, just a cut.

He put band aid over it and I blushed. His soft side is very adorable. He kissed my hand lightly which made me turn into a tomato.

"There. I'm sure it will heal quickly."

"Jinja? Why is that so?"

"Because I already kissed it."

I hit the back of his head and he went back to the couch and motioned for me to sit on his lap. I admit it was kinda embarrassing.

"Oppa...someone might see us."

"I don't care." He pulled me closer.

"Bwoh?"

"I want to know why you're with hyung."

"I felt the need to do so. We needed a closure. Your 'hyung' has to know that I'm over him. Are you jealous? Or perhaps....you want me to do the same to you?" I said teasingly and laughed occasionally. 

"It's just that-"

I interrupted him with a kiss. He looked shocked and a tint of pink lightened his cheeks.

"Mian-"

I interrupted him again.

"Oh, so that's the game..."

"Oppa, I-"

He pulled me in for a long and passionate one until we were both gasping for air.

"Oppa..this isn't funny."

"______-ah, Im really sorry for misunderstanding you. My greatest fear is you'll leave me again..."

"You know I'll never do that again, oppa."

"Promise?" He raised his pinky.

"Promise."

I intertwined our fingers and swore. It sounds too childish for people our age, but for me it was magical. A simple promise to never leave me was all I needed.

He played with my hair and we talked. We would laugh loudly at the silliest jokes and share our secrets until the door opened.

I quickly hopped to the other side of the couch and pretended to look busy. Omma again, huh?

"What are the both of you doing here?"

"We were...talking!"

"Really?" Omma turned to me and looked at my hand.

"______! What happened?!"

"Mianhae, omma. I broke one of your teacups."

"Ah, what matters is that you're safe."

Omma went up and oppa and I laughed in chorus.

"Is omma always like that?" I giggled.

"Most of the time."

"Oppa! Why were you in mouse rabbit? Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Dongsaeng! Why did you leave the house without my permission?"

"You weren't supposed to know..."

"You weren't supposed to be there either!"

"Mianhae, oppa. I thought I could settle this on my own."

"Aish. What if he did something bad to you and I wasn't there?"

"Yesung or Jongjin oppa will be there."

"What if they aren't?"

"Oppa, who will run the shop if one of the Kims aren't there?"

"So you're saying you don't need me?"

Pabo, of course I need you.

"Oppa, don't be silly. Of course I need you!" I attacked him with a hug.

It was a long cuddle session. We accepted that our parents could marry and we could stay just like this forever, but that's alright. As long as we have each other, there's nothing else that we could ask for.