WARNING: It's gonna be a boring chap. Introductions are always boring. :x.

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I stretched my arm lazily as I woke up.
I was at somewhere I wasn’t familiar with.
A place I wasn’t used to.
Somewhere I would never be at if everything had went well.
I sighed deeply, and went to the bathroom.
Or should I say, I tried to look for the bathroom.
“I remembered Jaejoong said that the bathroom was here.” I muttered to myself, frowning.
Yes.
I’ve been going around and around this huge, humongous mansion, trying to find a stupid, small toilet.
Jaejoong said there were two toilets. The public one, and the one in his room.
Initially, I didn’t want to use Jaejoong’s one.
I was afraid it would be awkward.
But now, seeing that the public toilet was no where to be found, I guess I’ll have to use his.
Trudging my sleepy body, I begun my third tour around the house.

Jaejoong’s room was pretty.
Elegant, and…feels like him?
His room just had his look.
Black walls, huge white shelves to fit his huge room.
His shelves were decked with CDs, and books.
Just like when he was young.
The only difference now was that he was much tidier.
At least you won’t find cd covers lying on the floor.
I scanned through his collection of books real quickly, trying to find any book that might catch my interest since school wouldn’t start until three months later.
I was about to reach the end of his collection, until…
a red bright book caught my eyes.
Jaejoong hated red.
Even if a really good book had a red cover, he wouldn’t give it a thought.
And that’s why Maths was his worse subject-because it was red in colour.
It was really intriguing to find a red one on his shelves.
I know I shouldn’t infringe upon his privacy, but still…
I reached out to grab the book.
Slowly and carefully, I flipped open the book.
“Kim Jaejoong’s diary. Private and Confidential.” Was what was written on the first page.
Jae keeps a diary?!
And so. The first page has successfully caught my attention.
Just then, “What are you doing?!” I heard Kim Jaejoong say.
I dropped the book in shock, trying my best the come up with a decent reason.
“Curious? I’m just coming to use the toilet? . What?”
I turned around slowly, trying to look as normal as possible.
“Your phone is ringing! Kim Jaejoong, what are you doing? Your phone is ringing!”
Hell.
What was that?
Jaejoong’s phone? His ringtone?
I heaved a sigh of relief.
Locating the sound, I dug my hand through his huge pile of unwashed shirt.
Finally. I found the stupid idiotic phone.
“Hello? Who is that speaking?” I asked.
“Thank god, Chelsea. I thought I dropped my phone. And that would be real terrible.”
Before I could respond,
“Chelsea. I need my phone urgently, do you mind bringing it here for me? I’ll sms you the address later. I’ve gotta hang up now. Bye!”
And then it was a dead tone.
I blinked my eyes a couple of times, trying to comprehend the situation seconds ago.
I, someone who had not been to Korea for 10 years. Someone who only knew real basic Korean, had to bring his phone to him?
Well, I thought I was the guest and he was the host?
Shouldn’t he being taking leaves to accompany me?
I blew air out of my cheeks frustratedly and proceeded to wash myself up.
"I'll read your journal later. As i punishment." I muttered to myself.