Hana's POV

It was a brisk fall day, the perfect day for an autumn walk. The clouds scuttled across the sky, the sun breaking out in bursts as I made my way back to my apartment after my morning walk. Leaves fell in herald of the coming winter, and my thoughts drifted a bit, thinking of the years that had passed. Strangely, I felt young again, something I have not felt in a long time.

I returned to the apartment. Oppa was still sleeping. He had been sleeping since yesterday when I came home at around six in the evening. For the first time after several months, I observed his sleeping figure. His cheeks were chiseled like a finely-carved Michelangelo statue. His nose was perfectly symmetrical. His lips were slightly full: the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners. The rays of sun highlight his dark brown hair. If only he wasn't my brother, I would have dated him right away. My fingers traced the outline of his nose then slowly traced his full lips. I wondered if he kissed a girl before. That girl would be really lucky.

I sighed deeply. Oppa sacrificed so much for me. And I repaid him by being rude. What a grateful sister you are Hana.

But he provoked me first, I thought lamely.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. He's was going to be late if he continued sleeping like a log.

"Oppa, wake up. You're going to be late." I shook him gently.

"Oppa, oppa wake up," I shook him even harder this time.

I clucked my tongue in annoyance.

"Oppa get up. Oppa get up NOW!" I fumed.

JongIn oppa did not even move an inch. My lips were pursed in surpressed fury. My brow wrinkled in vexation. Fine! If this was not going to work then I'll just have to use another method to wake him up.

I marched towards the bathroom and filled a pail with cold water. I struggled carrying the pail back towards where oppa was sleeping. I mustered all of my strength and dumped the bucket of ice cold water on my brother. I smiled wickedly.

Oppa shot up straight in bed, breath