Jinyung's POV

Yayyy I finally get to meet Junhongie Oppa's little brother! I was never able to meet his little brother because they left Seoul when Mrs. Choi was still pregnant.

We've been walking for 20 minutes I hope we get there soon. We walked into a neighborhood that look familiar. Then I realized that this is my neighborhood! We just passed my house! How did I not notice that they were back?!

"Wondering how you didn't notice we were back?" Junhongie asked with a smirk. Did he just read my mind?! "No I didn't read your mind," he said after a chuckle. What's going on?! "Haha shocked?" he asked. I just nodded, too shocked to even speak.

I didn't even notice we stopped at his door until I looked down and saw we weren't walking. He took out his key, put it in the key hole, unlocked the door, and opened the door.

He held the door for me and said, "Ladies first."

"Then shouldn't you go in first?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Funny."

"Thanks. I know I am."

"Yeah yeah just go inside." I did as told and went inside. The inside was a lot like how I'd thought it would be modern yet classic, stylish but comfy, with of course a touch of personalization such as pictures.

"JINYUNG!" I look at the top of the stair case to see Mrs. Choi with a surprised, happy face.

"Haha. Hello Mrs. Choi it's wonderful to see you again!" I said as she pulled me into hug.

"Mrs. Choi? Call me 'Umma' like I told you to when you two were younger," she said with a bright smile.

"Haha okay," I couldn't help but smile to see that Junhongie's umma hasn't changed on bit. Aww this brings me back to when were younger. She would always tell me to call her "Umma" and that she always treated me like a daughter she never had. My smile grew thinking about all the memories.

"Umma!" a little voice upstairs yelled. "Can I play in backyard?" The little voice's owner came into view and I swear my eyes were about to fall out of their sockets. The little boy saw me and froze, wide eyed. Oppa and "Umma" seemed a bit confused.

The little boy broke the silence by yelling, "Pretty noona!" and running towards me to give me a hug. My cheeks became tinted pink as I smile sheepishly at Junhongie Oppa who look really confused.

"Junsungie, you know Jinnie? I mean Jinyung." Junhongie Oppa asked. So that's his name. Junsung.

Junsung nodded and said, "Mmhm! When we went to the park last week my soccer ball rolled away to pretty nonna when she was crying. I tell her to smile because I think she look prettier." (A/n Junsung's grammar is suppose to be bad.) I couldn't help but blush because Junsung told them that I was crying that day. I look at Oppa and "Umma" and they both have a worried look in thei