"Where is he?" An extremely handsome man with copper-toned brown hair and full rosy lips said out loud; his toes tapped to the beat that was coming out of a room down the hall. "We have to be at the studio in 15 minutes.

"Don't worry Jaejoong." Another handsome man with a beautiful smile and black hair said to him as she read a book. "He'll be here any minute now."

"He better be, Changmin." Jaejoong replied.

There were a total of 5 guys living in that house. The house was incredibly lavished with the latest in interior design and each of the 5 guys' rooms was different; each to suit their individual style. There was also a room with no furniture and wall-mirrors. They used that room to practice their routines.

"Hey you guys, come do a run-through of Purple Line with us." The voices asked loudly from the room down the hall, trying to talk over the loud music.

Changmin stood up and walked towards Jaejoong. "Come on Jae, let's practice our dance, they can't be mad if we're late, we'll say we were practicing our new song." He said with a smile.

Jaejoong hesitated but then eventually gave in. "Fine. Let's go."

There were two men in the room already. One was wearing a white wife beater and black sweats, the other a red plain t-shirt, black sweats, and a black un-zipped jacket.

"Okay let's do it from the top." The one in the white said.

"Yunho can we do Rising Sun first" Changmin asked. "I need to warm up."

"Sure." Yunho said as the other man in the red shirt went up to the stereo and put on 'Rising Sun'

"Thanks Junsu." Yunho said as he got into his spot.

Meanwhile, during the boys' practice, the last member walked silently into the house.

He had long-ish wavy dark brown hair, his eyes an unusual shade of brown. He had gorgeous structure, great cheekbones and a mouth to die for. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a white v neck shirt that showed off his chest, he took his white bapes which were his favorite pair of shoes that he got in Japan. He called out to see if anyone was home. "Hello?" A couple seconds later 4 guys come running out.

"Where have you been Yoochun?" Jaejoong said, with a slight housewife tone.

Yoochun's eyes widened. "U-Uh, library?" He then stood up straight. "I was at the library studying my English."

"Oh, you should've told us Yoochun." Changmin said while the other 3 nodded.

Yoochun was surprised that they believed his excuse. "Oh yeah, I forgot." He said as he put on his jacket.

"Are you guys ready to go?" Junsu said as he was standing in the front doorway

They all nodded in unison and went back outside and entered the limo.

As they were driving to the recording studio they passed by a dance studio. Yoochun was absentmindedly looking outside the window when he saw the dance studio. His eye caught a girl sitting in a chair in a leotard, pink tights, pointe shoes, and shorts. She was rapidly turning pages and highlighting like a maniac. He chuckled as he remembered his daily garden stroll; he met an interesting girl, whose name was Sunny and the girl at the studio reminded him of her.

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At the dance studio, the six o'clock ballet class was just about to begin. The five o'clock dance students walking out of the studio and straight to the changing room.

"Let's go Sunny; we don't want our ballet teacher to get pissed." My friend said as she was putting her pointe shoes on.

I continued to frantically highlight passages in my science book.

"One…more….line." I said as I highlighted the last line in section 5. I put my highlighter and book back into my tote bag. I slowly stood up and stretched my pointe shoes. I hated pointe shoes, but I had to take pointe class once a week to move up a level.

"Let's go." I said as I walked into Studio B.

"Let's start with a plié warm up, followed by a grand jeté combo on pointe with an arabesque combination on bar. " My ballet mistress told the class.

I rolled my eyes. "Great." I said softly to myself. My ballet mistress was in a good mood; therefore we had to do every combo we ever learned in our 10 or more years of ballet.

-2 hours later-

I slowly walked out of the studio trying to take off my pointe shoes.

"Freakin' pointe shoes." I mumbled to myself as I walked into the changing room and started to change back into my clothes. I put on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a purple babydoll. I undid my bun and let my hair fall. I was happy my curls were still intact.

I looked at my watch and read that it was eight o'clock and frowned. I wanted to get some studying done today. I decided I could get an hour or so of studying done if I prioritized. I picked up my bag and stood at the bus stop. I got on the bus and got off at a random stop. To my disbelief the bus stopped in front of the place I've been thinking about all day and every day for the past week; the garden. I stood at the front gate deciding whether I should go inside or not. I took a step forward, placing my hand on the gate. I hesitated, and then slowly pushed the gate open. I immediately sensed the sweet scent of the wisterias and I couldn't help but smile. This garden was my secret haven, full of happiness and now mystery. I let my legs lead me, and they led me to the little spot next to the tree, the spot where I met Haneul… I shook my head; what are the chances that he would be here? It's been a week anyways. I sat down sitting against the tree. I didn't even bother to get my books. I just looked up towards the sky, looking at the stars.

"You're back."

I snapped out of my trance. I could recognize that voice anywhere.
"H-Haneul?" I managed to say without stuttering too much.

"Hello Sunny. How are you?" He said in a calm, collected tone.

I was shaking. I never felt like this before. It was so weird.

"I'm good, how are you?" I said as I told myself to snap out of it.

"I'm great, but I'm tired; busy day at work." He responded back.

"Oh I see. I had a busy day as well. I had dance. I hate taking pointe classes, it's a real pain. The pointe shoes give me blisters" I then realized I just spilled out a sentence about my day. I didn't even know this guy. I shook my head in embarrassment, relieved he was on the other side of the fence.

On the other side of the fence the owner of the voice was starring at the stars. He thought about what she had just said. He then thought about the dance studio he passed by today on his way to the recording studio. He remembered the girl frantically highlighting her book dressed in ballet attire. Could it be her?

"Oh I'm sorry about your feet." He said with a chuckle. "I uh had singing practice." He said making up some fake hobby.

"Oh, I could see why you have singing practice. You have a beautiful voice." I said as I blushed.

What the hell is wrong with me? I thought to myself.

We stayed there talking for a while again and while he was talking I was trying to decide what he looks like.



"What do you look like?" I asked. I was dying to know. I guess curiosity really killed the cat.

"Does it matter?" He said.

I was stuck. "I guess it doesn't." I cursed under my breath.

"Will I ever see you?" I said in a soft voice.

"We'll just have to see." He said in a soothing soft voice.

I paused for a moment as a thought went through my head. I quickly shook it off but then I questioned myself.

Am I beginning to fall for him?

On the other side of the fence the voice was thinking the same thing.

What if I am beginning to fall for her?

I shook my head and looked at my watch it said 9:30pm.

"Haneul, I have to go."

"WAIT."

I stopped dead in my tracks and sat back down.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Close your eyes and don't open until I tell you." He said softly.