"Oppa!!!" my younger sister Miyoung exclaims jumping onto my back. "Agh! Ya! Get down!" I shout at her. She lets go, the grin not leaving her face. "Did you miss me that much?" I ask her, fixing my clothes. She nods. "So how was it? Was it nice?" she asks. I shrug. "More or less." I tell her. "Next time I want to go." she says. "Perhaps." I say, pulling my suitcase onto the porch. "Did you watch the place like I asked?" I ask her. She nods, hands behind her back. I eye her then push the door open. I'm pissed when I see the destruction my house is under. "BAEK MIYOUNG!!!!!" I shout at her. "Suprise..." she says wiggling her fingers. I look back at my house. There were her stupid little things EVERYWHERE. I'm talking bras, yogurt, icecream boxes, skirts, stupid little teddy bears, pillow feathers. It was horrible. I look back at her. "Aren't you going to clean this up?" I ask her. She pouts. "It was already messy when you left." she says. "Get your stuff out of here!" I tell her. "I thought going to Singapore would change you but you're still the same." she says. I make a face at her and pull my suitcase up the stairs. "So are you going to see that girl?" I hear her ask from downstairs. "Who?" I ask. not really paying attention to her. It was relieving to see that my room was still the same as it was when I left. "That foreigner girl." she says. I smile. "Probably. Wae? Still don't like her?" I joke. I hear Miyoung snicker. "Is it possible for me to like her? Why do you like her?" she asks. I shrug, though she can't see me. "She's just a cool friend." I say. "Yeah. She was just cool friends with joon until they began dating." she says. I laugh to myself. "Do you still like that jerk?" I ask her, observing the collection of pictures on my desk. "Of course! How can I not?" she says. I sigh. "I wish you wouldn't." I say to myself.