“WHOOHOO!”

I ran outside of the customs area in the Vancouver International Airport and stared at the ultra-modern building. A beautiful statue made out of jade depicting a traveller and his boat was erected near a clearing that was flanked by floor-to-ceiling windows. Tons of foreigners and Asians alike milled around, all of them staring at the five boys that were walking around me. I’d had to admit that they certainly were eye-catching - their unique Korean fashion seemed intricate and ultramodern, compared to the Canadians' usual thick wool windbreakers and hand-knit scarves. As we gathered more attention, I felt heat flush my face, because it was obvious - 

They were devastatingly good looking.

Taking in the whole airport, I excitedly danced around the place. I was finally back at home, the place where I’d been born and grown up in, and I already felt re-energized. Yunho followed me, looking harried, while Yoochun had his English book flipped out and was frantically tearing through the pages. Changmin was beginning to do his “Casanova” thing, while Junsu started singing some weird song that was a mix of broken English and Korean, and Jaejoong settled with stareingat me.Pretending not to notice, I turned to Yunho. He ran a hand through his short hair, and walking out of the airport doors, he motioned for a taxi. A bright yellow car pulled up, and the man started talking in rapid English.

“I-I-I-”

Yunho stumbled on his words, and instantly grabbed Micky and pushed him towards the driver.

“Hello.”

The driver looked at Micky strangely.

“Can you take us in car?”

Micky’s voice was barely a whisper, as if he were unsure exactly what he was speaking. The taxi driver asked him if he could say it again, but Micky didn’t seem to want to talk anymore - he was too flustered to say anything any longer. I giggled, finding it funny at how hard he was trying to remember his English phrases, and so I motioned to the driver, speaking in fluent English, and asking him if he’d take us to the Hotel Vancouver. “Yes, m’aam,” the driver replied, slightly intimidated by the fact that we were heading to one of the plushest, most posh hotels set in the city. He started to load our bags into the trunk, while Junsu teased Micky and yanked on his hair. 

“Hyung, she doesn’t even need that English book to speak it.”

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The moment we arrived at the hotel, Yoochun and Junsu had quickly left to go check out the pool, and from the amount of pool toys Junsu had scavenged, it was clear that they were planning to stay there for a long time. Changmin silently snuck off to the gym, in order to press some weights and do some more training before their comeback (as if he needed to work that sculpted body any longer) while Yunho and I checked out the hotel and the places we would be residing in. “So, this is the room that you’ll be sharing with Jaejoong," he said, introducing the place with a flourish as he placed the tiny plastic key card into my hand. 

“Please, oppa, why can’t I just share a room with you-”

“I don’t want to sleep in the same room with you. You snore!”

Yunho looked at me condescendingly, and I groaned. “PLEASE, OPPA, we don’t get along at all!” “Well, it’s time you learned that you don’t always get everything you want in the world. Besides, stop being such a brat-many children don’t even have homes, and you’re complaining about sharing a room with one of my best friends. Come on.”

“Oppa, you’re telling me to sleep in the same room with a stranger who I haven’t even spent 24 hours with yet and whom I am mortal enemies with.”

“Mortal enemies? So, I’ve stepped up from being a stranger to an enemy?”

Jaejoong entered at that moment, grabbing his luggage and flinging it on the ground beside one of the beds. He put his bottled water on the table and pulled off his sunglasses, still managing to look like he was modelling while he was doing it. Opening the curtains and pulling his black jacket off, he threw off the covers of the bed and flopped into it tiredly. Sighing happily, he flipped the blanket over his lanky frame, and turned his back away from Yunho and me.

“You must be kidding me.”

“Nope. Good luck. It’s pretty late already-around 10 PM. I gotta warn ya, Jaejoong's not really a morning person. Go to sleep soon.”

Yunho turned away from me, and I yelled after him.

“YAH! YAH! OPPA!”

But he’d already closed the door on me. Staring behind me, I saw Jaejoong still facing the wall. I was about to sneak out of the room, but he’d managed to catch me red-handed, while he wasn’t even looking at me.

“Sweetheart, if you don’t like your bed, I don’t mind you joining mine.” 

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