"JinAh! Don't cry! Or I'm going to cry too!", his eyes started to get watery.

"I'm not crying!", I wiped the tears from my face and pulled my baseball cap even lower to cover my eyes. Tough girls didn't cry. Mom always said so.

"Mom and I decorated your new room with flowers and posters! I really think that you will like it!"

"You guy's did already! That's crazy!", I said baffled by the thought of it. My parents passed away in a car accident 4 days ago, today we're at the mourning. Today was the day I'd be living with my dad's close friend and his family who I'd known for the longest time ever. They had a son named Baekhyun, who was maybe the most feminine 11 year old I'd seen.

"Yeah! The minute dad said you'd be living with us, she started cleaning out the guest room and decorating it. She has always wanted a daughter." The thought of it made his eyes look sad again, before he perked up and grabbed my hand. "Let's go JinAh!"

His house was too big and beautiful! They had a red roof and their door was a light blue. Everything looked so fancy, I'd never seen anything like it! All the boy's on my old street came from run down apartments. I felt emotional again. I wouldn't be able to see those guys down the street ever again or anything from before. Baekhyun was ahead of me.

"Your making me cry!" Baekhyun was literally tearing up again.

"Look kid, if you cry like this all the time, your not going to have any friends whatsoever. You might as well become a girl."

"That's okay, you can be my friend JinAh-ssi!"

---

"Piano! Your crying over a freaking piano lesson!"

"She told me to quit! She said I couldn't play properly! What am I supposed to do! I can't quit!"

"Calm down, your not 5. I'm sure your doing fine, she must be having a rough day!"

"She told me I sucked!"

"Let me listen. Come on, play something. If it sounds like crap, ill let you know."

Honestly, I was jealous. No one can play the piano like Baekhyun can. He doesn't tell people, but I think he's the best. His music makes me happy on the inside, something I'd been missing since my parent's had left.

It was beautiful, how could a person say that it was horrible. I'm going to have to teach this person a lesson.

"Daebak! That's so pretty!"

After a few sniffles he smiled and replied, "You really think so JinAh!"

"Yah, you have to teach me how you play! You have to!"

A few hours later, I could play a few nursery rhymes. I smiled proudly at Baekhyun, who leaned forward and gave me kiss on the cheek. I jolted back in surprise.

"JinAh, I like you. I've liked you since I met you."

Here we were, two 13 year olds. All I felt was my heart skip a beat.

---

"A trainee at SM! No way! That's so cool Baekhyun-ah!"

"Shhhh. You can't tell anyone! You can't!"

It was the last day of school, and we were slowly walking home, trying to enjoy the warm summer breeze. We were both 17, young, but innocent.

"Maybe you can meet SNSD, or like Super Junior! Or DBSK! Waaaaaah! Hehehehe!"

As we arrived home, we heard crying from inside the house. Baekhyun and I looked at each other before running inside.

"What happened Omma! What happened!"

"Oh children! Your father has lung cancer! He only has a few months left to live!"

Baekhyun's dad looked at us and smiled, "It only a little sickness. It's okay!"

"Abujji!", Baekhyun cried and I started to tear up.

Not again, not my new family too. People can't die, they just can't anymore.

---

It was a traditional wedding, and I cried my heart out. So much, that makeup woman couldn't do anything till I calmed down. Abujji only had a week left before the doctors said he would die. All the preparation's were rushed, and Baekhyun's mother sat beside me.

"Don't cry JinAh-ya. Abujji said that it's for the best. It's his last wish, to see 2 of his favorite people get married."

Baekhyun and I agreed it was for the best. At least it was for his father's happiness. As we faced each other while doing the 3 bows of marriage, we smiled. Something I found out I wouldn't see for another 6 years.

---

"A few months huh?"

"Yeah, yeobo, they put me in a project group. It's called EXO. We might have a chance to debut if we can prove ourselves. This way I don't have to be leeching off my mom. We can buy that new dining table too!"

I gave him a tight hug, "I know that you will debut! It's okay! Work hard!"

---

"The phone number you are trying to reach is unavailable."

"Not again. No freaking way. He hasn't called me in a year."

Just then I heard the door unlock. I ran over to see myself face to face with a complete stranger.

"Baekhyun? Is that you?"

"It's only been a year JinAh. Stop acting out a KDrama."

I smiled. "Your finally home Yeobo!"

"Yeah, I just came to pick up my things. I moved into this fancy new dorm in Cheondamdong."

"Pick up your things?"

"You didn't think I'd come back to live with you huh?" He laughed as if that was the funniest thing in the entire world. "Still stupid as always."

Stupid? The Baekhyun from a year ago would have apologized and cried if he said something as simple as the word "dumb".

"Where did the extra suitcases and boxes go?"

"Uh. They are in the shoe closest."

He hummed as he dug through the closet. "Ah! Found them."

"Um, Baekhyun-ah. How has it been going?"

"Good! EXO has been doing pretty well. If you would have watched the news, you would have known everything. We are the trend."

I laughed, "So selfish."

He paused and looked up, "Excuse me? Selfish? Says the person leeching off me."

"Leech? Hm. Maybe cause we are married dumbass."

He got up and slapped me! HE FREAKING SLAPPED ME.

"I'll be back in a week. Pick up everything, and put it in the box. God, stupid wife."

---

A week had turned into a month, and into a year. 4 years later, I learned to hate him. But 1% of my heart wouldn't leave him.

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