Kris opened his bedroom door, and I peeked inside.

“So,” I said, “this is your room.”

“The most wonderful and magical place,” he said, and I could sense the sarcasm. “Come on, someone wants to meet you.”

I followed him in. The room was the same size as Sehun’s, three beds and a window facing the street. I went inside after observing. The room was quite nice, and I pictured the rest as equal. The best part of the room was that it was far down the corridor, so you’d get extra peace and quiet, though I could still hear the guys’ muffled voices from the living room.

Kris pulled something out from beside his bed, and he turned around with something wiggling in his arms.

“DRAGOOOOOON!” I squealed, leaping right at him and hugging him tight. “Boy, you’ve grown. Oh, baby, how I’ve missed you.”

Kris rolled his eyes. “And this is your reaction to a cat, rather than your friend who is standing right here.”

I looked up and tackled Kris with a hug, slamming right into him with Dragon in one hand. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I couldn’t express it enough. “My baby. Thank you for taking care of him.”

“Y-You’re welcome.”

“He wasn’t hard to take care, I hope.”

“No,” he said. “Not at all.”

I raised a brow, and I could tell that he was keeping the truth.

While I was busy with Dragon, Kris grabbed his laptop from his desk and set it on his bed in front of him.

“Come here, I want to show you something,” he said, patting the empty spot beside him.

I waltzed over and sat down, putting Dragon in-between us and taking a peek at his opened his laptop. The screen blinked, and we waited for the laptop to boot up. It made me wonder, and sort of curious. When you see one’s wallpaper, it’d give off everything about them, such as when I saw Sehun’s wallpaper on his computer. When I saw Krystal as his wallpaper it was no doubt that it was his.

But disappointment was what I got. Kris’ homepage was blank. Like, blank blank—just a black screen. Maybe that was what reflected his true inner personality, I thought to myself. When the computer booted up I leaned closer. Kris began clicking onto a folder on the main page titled E X O. He scrolled, found what he was looking for, and hit it.

I leaned back. It was a song—no, scratch that, a music video, titled MAMA.

My head extended forward, and my eyes widened after a moment. “No way.”

Kris just beamed proudly at me when his clip appeared. I gawked for a full five minutes in front of the computer, till I forgot that I was leaning as close to the screen as possible. When it ended, I was still gawking—then I punched Kris in the arm.

“No way,” I said, over and over. “No way. No way. No way.”

“Wow, been a long time since I got hit.” He could only smile as he rubbed his arm.

When Kris leaned back on his bed, which was the one near the window, I turned back to recount the furniture. Three beds.

“Who’re you rooming with, anyway?” I asked, more out of