I laughed at the screen as I replied them one bye one telling them to have a safe trip and rest well, which half didn't go through as they had already turned off their mobile phones.

As I reached the bus station, it was almost 12am. My parents were already waiting for me. I got into the car excitedly to tell them about the concert. I told them how crazy the fans were and how I watched with that binoculars I had. I complained about how I couldn't hear anything as my seat was the furthest away from the stage and the speakers were bad, how I couldn't see Sehun's water dance at 'Baby Don't Cry'. I bragged about how I could recognize my boys just by the ant size I saw from the binoculars, how I could understand them whenever I could hear. 

But I did not tell them I met them personally. I did not tell them I spent a night with them. Those were my little secret. 

I texted Baekhyun as requested the moment I stepped into my house. I assumed he would tell the rest as he was well known for his unstoppable mouth. After I showered, I wrote everything down in my diary and prayed before I sleep. I hope whatever happened wasn't just a dream. I wanted to remember every exact thing that happened so I could reminisce it someday next time. I didn't expect them to keep in touch with me upon their return to Korea. Who was I? Nobody. Just a stranger they met on the street and spent a day with. We couldn't even converse properly due to language barriers.

I should probably just sleep for the day. 

I woke up the next day to get a text from Baekhyun saying they have landed safely an hour ago. I was getting ready to go for my internship work as I replied saying "I'm glad to hear that! Rest well, boys! Going to work~".

My life fell back into the same routine as before. Wake up at 6, go to work at 7, come home at 6, dinner, shower, sleep. Except that I had one more job at all my free times. To check my phone and talk to the boys once in a while. They would send me texts when they were really bored and had nothing better to do. But we only had a few formal exchanges in dialogue, frankly speaking. Taking today as an example. Suho sent me a text saying they just finished EXO'luXion DOT and they hoped I had a great day too. 

That was obviously out of courtesy and because some maknae had been annoying him to do so and hence he did. At that same time, Sehun sent me another text saying he had a film coming up and he'd be rather busy. I only managed to reply him two more messages before he stopped replying. 

Wow. So much for texting me first. I thought. But I did appreciate the fact that he cared enough to drop a text to ask how my day was. 

Things only started to get weird about three weeks after the concert, which was when I had started my new semester. I came back to my campus, which meant I was away from home already, alone with my housemates, where a new semester of work awaited. This morning, I woke up feeling lightheaded and nauseous. God knows why. I cursed to myself as my alarm went off. It took me a moment to get up from the dizziness and rush to the bathroom. I probably poured everything left in my stomach into the toilet bowl before I flushed it down and washed my mouth. I still had classes to attend to, though. I tidied myself and lip glossed a little so nobody would notice anything weird, other than my extraordinarily pale face. Everything was fine other than me feeling nauseous when I was at the cafeteria and me feeling the dizziness again when I was walking home. 

Even though I had a few assignments due on the coming Friday, I knew I had to rest, given my body condition. When I was in bed, I thought, did I eat something bad yesterday? Why do I feel so weak. I am not having diarrhea. I only vomited once. What could it be? I was so frustrated as my mind proceeded with all the thoughts. I didn't even understand why I was so aggitated by such a small matter. I shrugged it off and rested. 

This had carried on for a few days. I barely even talked to EXO anymore. But Lay sent me some encouraging quotes last night and I briefly told him about this. He told me to visit a doctor (who else wouldn't?) and told me "FIGHTING", and, he left. Brief short conversation, as usual. Yay. But I did believe I needed to visit the clinic. I felt so damn sick for three days already and I couldn't even figure out any possible reasons. 

Diarrhea? No. Pregnant? No. Why would I be? I haven't even had before, duh. Fever? No. My temperature had been normal. Ah, this. I will just see a doctor tomorrow morning.

As soon as I woke up and settled with my breakfast, and luckily, no vomiting today, I went to the clinic in my campus. For the sake of love, I was almost shocked to death. This just didn't make any sense at all. No. I did a blood test at the clinic and they took my urine as well. They said, just in case. That same afternoon as they told me to coll