Shuffling of feet wakes me up. As well as the blinding artificial light on my face.

I pull the covers, shielding my face pathetically.

And someone yells at me.

“WAKE UP!”

And I fall on my booty.

Cameras.

“Oh, you guys are here.”

A lady with short hair wearing equally short shorts hands me an envelope right in front of the camera. Stamped were the initials WGM.

It has begun.

“MEETING DAY! Meet your date at the art museum.”

Not too bad.

I had half the mind to text Chanyeol off cam. Just a quick Good Morning oppa! :* but with all the cameras around me, I’m pretty sure there’s no angle they can’t catch. I even took the liberty of replacing my wallpaper of me and Chanyeol to Taron Egerton’s face, my publicly announced crush. It matters not to Chanyeol, he knows that I am completely in love with him.

My phone vibrates from my pocket, and I am quite positive it’s Chanyeol.

I resist the urge to check.

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