Finally, the time has come for me to leave Seoul!    I couldn't believe I was actually on my way to Exo's concert in Los Angelas. They had just debuted last year and they were already having a concert there already.    It wasn't such a surprise to me because they were a perfect boy group. With their looks, personalities and talents, they attract every girl out there to join their fandom.   And I was one of the girls.   Who could possibly resist them?   My father got me a ticket to LA as a graduation gift a week ago because I did well during my high school years. And I was so thankful for it.   I actually wanted to bring along my friends but then I forgot I didn't have a lot of friends. How pathetic. It was actually because I was home-schooled because my family travel often and if I were to go to an actual school, I would have been to almost 20 schools by now. My dad was a global business man and my mom was an architect.   So here I was, sitting in the business class airline alone.    But it was alright being alone because the thought of seeing Exo soon made me happy and excited.   Never in my life had I seen a celebrity face to face. I wondered if Exo looked as gorgeous in real life as the posters of them in my bedroom. Especially Kris.  

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  About ten hours later, I was walking out of the luggage claim of the famous LAX with two of my suitcases. I recognize a young lad, holding up a sign reading, 'Welcome Miss Jingmin'. He was my best friend and also my father's employee, who had transferred to the branch in LA approximately three months ago.   "Taemin!" I called out with a smile, as I approached him. "I can't believe you're actually here to get me."   He grinned back at me, "Obviously I am. Stop smiling and hug me."   I laughed, giving him a long and warm hug. He told me how much he missed me ever since he was placed here. I complained about me being bored at home because I didn't have anyone to hang with.   We continued chatting as he grabbed a luggage cart and put all of my suitcases into it.   Taemin led me out to a white convertible Porsche. He settled my items into the truck and opened the car door for me.   "Which hotel?" He asked as he started the car engine.   "Biltmore Hotel." I said.    He looked over at me, "Did you book the place yet?"   I nodded and a grinned was plastered on his face again, "Cancel it. Stay with me."   "What? Wouldn't that be an inconvenience?" I didn't mind staying with him for a week because we had to catch up anyway but he stil