Ow! Damn paper, giving me paper cuts. I sighed and the blood beading on my finger. I looked back down at the half page I had written in this new diary that Sungmin had given me.  It looked more to be in Sungmin’s style rather than mine. The cover was pink with a bright yellow heart in the middle. A small plastic lock held the monstrosity closed when I wasn’t writing in the thing.  Sungmin claimed that if I wrote down every trivial thought that ran through my head every day I wouldn’t be as stressed. As if I was stressed at all!

     Suddenly, a loud crash came from the kitchen. I hopped up and stretched before lazily walking to the kitchen. Upon entering said kitchen, I saw Hangeng, Donghae, and Eunhyuk in a pile in front of the stove. Around them there was Hangeng’s famous Beijing Fried rice and a dented skillet.  I blinked and stared at them.

“What the heck happened here?” I asked, slipping the pen I had been using moments ago on top of my ear. Unfortunately, Donghae and Eunhyuk took my question as an opportunity to make a speedy exit, leaving me alone with Hangeng. I blinked as the two pushed past me and laughed.

“Good morning Heechul.” Hangeng said, standing up and brushing himself off. He sat the spatula he had been holding in the sink.

“Morning Hannie. What happened?” I picked up the poor dented skillet. Hangeng blinked and sighed.

“Hyukie and Fishy were playing tag and ran into me. My rice is ruined now.” I blinked at his explanation.

“They’re both idiots.” I quipped. I glanced at Hangeng and see a smirk on his face. “What’s that smirk for?” I narrowed my eyes and him and crossed my arms.

“Well, if it had been you playing tag, you would’ve done the same thing, Chullie.” He chuckled as he said this. I rolled my eyes.

“Sure I would’ve, Hannie.” I shrug and start cleaning up the rice. Hangeng came over and stood over me. I looked up at him. “What?”

“You would have, Chullie, and we both know it.” He smiled. “You’re just as childish as they are.” I felt my face warm up at his words.

“I am not Hannie!” I exclaimed at him.

“Oh come on. If you don’t believe me then why’s your face red?” he picked up a broom and smirked, then started to sweep the rest of the rice up.

“Everyone has their secrets, Chullie.” And it was that comment…That one tiny, innocent comment that made me realize what to do with my diary. I jumped up and ran into my room again.

I wanted to figure out everyone’s secrets and dreams and make them real!