It was another night of waiting. She couldn't stop herself from having an anxiety attack. Her brother and boyfriend wasn't back yet. It was going on 12 o' clock. Midnight. She walked to the phone ready to call 1-1-9( Korean version of 911). When she wad about press dial, five familiar guys barged in. "Oh my where have you been?" She scolded her brother. "Shut up will you?" He sat down the guys on the couch. Thank God, they all had minor injuries. Bruised jaw, busted lips. Nothing she couldn't handle. She grabbed ice packs and band aids with disinfectant. "Did you win?" She suddenly asked, although she knows the answer. "Of course, we wouldn't be called winner if not". Mino said plopping down at the dinner table. She had set out dinner for them, for when they returned. "Good". She felt arms wrap around her waist. "Thank you jagi for healing us". Seunghoon grinned at her face. Her face had been red, crimson red from his touch. "Go eat, and then all of you go wash then rest. Understand?" She told them as she put the first aid kit under the couch. "What did you eat noona?" Taehyun asked. "Kimchi fried rice". The boys then started to complain. "No complaining when none of you cooked anything. You better eat this rice porridge or I'm not cooking for you no more". Everyone knew her threat was empty. "I can cook sometimes". Jinwoo said to her. "When your injured? I think not". She started to put up the dishes. "Let me help". Seunghoon came from behind and dried all the dishes. His f