"Yeogiseo mwohaneun geoyeyo?" a voice asked. Hyun-woo! I let out my breath in a silent whoosh of relief. The girl slammed the closet door shut and began stuttering.

"Hanbeon igos-eul dwo!" Hyun-woo said angrily and they shrieked in fear before shooting out of the room. Hyun-woo's footsteps followed and shut the main door. He then came back to my room. "Mei Ling? Are you here?" I clambered out of the closet, fixing my disheveled hair.

"Thanks," I panted. "That was WAY too close. Crazy fans..."

"Sasaeng fans... They didn't find you, did they?" he asked. I shook my head in response.

"Aniyo," I replied. He smiled.

"Good," he said and switched to Korean. I stared at him blankly, occasionally catching a word here and there. While speaking, he gestured to the bag he was holding. He named every item he had brought for me and then handed me the bag. His entire visit consisted of complicated Korean and MANY hand gestures. Surprisingly, I understood most of what he had said, even throwing in replies where I saw fit.

"~ I ~ going ~ annyeong," Hyun-woo said after an hour and a half. I caught part of it, but nodded in understanding. We both bowed to each other and he took his leave. "~ I ~ doctor ~ next time."

I locked the door and made sure that it stayed locked after Hyun-woo left, not wanting another encounter with any squealing hyenas. I sighed and sank down onto the couch, jumping up as I realized I had sat on something hard. It was one of the pictures, but with a pink substance on it. My eyes widened. Oh no... I looked around the living room and noticed that various pictures were also drawn on. Cold sweat ran down the back of my neck. I bolted into Heechul's room and my heart dropped to my stomach.

Heechul's room was a mess. Those girls had looked in his drawers and closet. The pictures that sat on his bookshelf were (thank goodness) still there, but also had 'Saranghae, Heechul-oppa! Hankyung-oppa!' scrawled all over the glass with lip marks all in lipstick. I felt my temper flare. If they were 'fans,' how dare they do this to their idol?! Violating his privacy and stealing his belongings were NOT ways of showing your 'love.' Grumbling (with the occasional swearing), I got to work.

As I was scrubbing the (hot pink...bleh) lipstick off the pictures in the bathroom, I heard a 'meow' by my feet. I looked down and saw Heechul's cat...glaring?...at me with constricted eyes.

"I am NOT one of those stupid fan girls, furball," I said in annoyance as it hissed at me. I threw a kick out. It hissed again and scratched my leg. "Great, now I have a set to match my other ones," I grumbled, looking at the other gashes the cat had given me earlier, which were still threatening to bleed any second. With a huff, I sent a splash of water at the animal and it retreated, spitting. "Good riddance..."

"Heebum, what's wrong?" I heard Heechul's voice ask. Great...

Heechul appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, holding his cat; he didn't look too happy.

"How did Heebum get wet?" he asked me. His eyes then widened at the picture in my hands. "What are you doing?!" He snatched it from my fingers, causing the corner of the frame to come in contact with my bandaged finger. I yelped and saw that the cut from the glass had started bleeding again, seeping through the bandage.

"For your information," I said angrily, "some stupid fans of yours came in here and rummaged around in your room. They drew all over your pictures and I was just trying to clean them up. As for your stupid cat, it hates me and I hate it."

HEECHUL POV:

I blinked. Fans got into the dorm? Do not tell me they were sasaeng fans... I gave myself a mental face-palm for forgetting about them and what they were capable of. I looked down at the picture and saw reminents of what looked like hot pink lipstick smeared on the glass.

"...S..orry..." I forced the word out, but it still did some damage to my pride. I avoided looking at her.

"...It's okay," she replied. "Now give that frame back. I'm not done with it." Before I could protest, she took it right out of my hands and proceeded to clean it. When she took the photo back, I noticed three long, red, raw gashes run down her forearm. Did Heebum do that?

'As for your cat, it hates me and I hate it...'  Her words echoed in my head. I looked down at my cat and noticed another set of gashes run along her calf. These ones, however, were obviously fresh, as blood was seeping out from them. I carried Heebum to my room without another word.

I shut my door and held my cat up to my face.

"Heebum, why did you do that? Did she do something to you?" I asked. "What's the matter? You never scratched anyone before... Are you mad at her, too?" I hugged him. "It's okay... I'm sorry, but she isn't Hankyung-ah... You won't see him again..." Heebum gave a soft meow as if he understood me. "Yeah... I miss him, too..."

Feeling a bit (just a little) bad for what Heebum had done, I snuck into Hankyung's room while Mei Ling was still in the bathroom and placed a small bottle of antiseptic on the nightstand and then went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

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* Yeogiseo mwohaneun geoyeyo? - What are you doing here?

* Hanbeon igos-eul dwo! -  Leave this place at once!

* Aniyo - No

*"~ blah blah ~ blah blah ~"  -  This indicates that Mei Ling is only catching a few words that are being said. The " ~ " indicates words that she isn't familiar with[I hope that this makes sense >.< Sorry if it doesn't]

Anyways, Chapter 7!!!!!!  \(^-^)/ Yay! No cliffhanger this time! XD Enjoy and

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