As he flicked through the images, I began to see the world as a camera saw it. As the sets of images transitioned into a different set (There was no defined category, you could just tell, I realised that the scene in these set of photos were of the fansign event which I had attended last week)

I grew aware of a figure in one of the photos who resembled a lot like me. Everyone else around her was blurred(DSLR and professional camera tended to do that ). I felt uneasy and wondered it… nah… it couldn’t be. I shook my head, trying to erase these assumptions. I had watched too many dramas.

"eh---?"

I turned in the direction of the voice to see a guy in only a tank singlet and boxers and quickly averted my line of vision to his slippers- Puffle slippers.

"WooHYUNNNNGGGG!," shouted Sung Jong, breaking out from the terse battle/contest. Seo Chan stared at the guy who Sung Jong referred to as ‘Woo HYUNNNNNGGGG’ He shot a suggestive look at her but she showed no reaction- either she chose to ignore it or she was too busy drilling holes at Sung Jong’s back.

"Ah.. Seo Chan…Don’t you think we should leave?," I asked, feeling like a burden in this household.

"Nah… I don’t think they mind~ so let’s stay for a while longer… puhhh leaseee," she pouted and I fought the urge to drag her back to the hotel- being the more responsible one out of us two.

"Fine~," I laughed and settled back into the couch, curious to what this holiday would bring next.

Kim Myung Soo’s POV(Point of View)

Her laughter rippled through me like whipped cream- it was light and fluffy. Her voice was warm and sugary, hinting dark notes of hidden secrets. She was so mysterious and I knew I was entering dangerous territory but I felt like I just had to know more.

"Hey, can we go shopping today?," Sung Jong pulled my sleeve eagerly.

"Eh~ Shopping? ," the girl said with a hint of interest.

I cocked my head to one side, converting her English into Korean (Author’s note: Kim Myung Soo’s academic scores are really high- according to statistics on some website) then realising that she understood what Sung Jong had said to me.

She noticed me staring, (probably in the most derpiest manner possible) and I shook my head in annoyance at my unintentional racist thought- just because she didn’t look Korean didn’t mean she couldn’t speak or understand it.

Your POV(Point of View)

Today passed within a blink. The more I blinked, the more I failed to distinguish the fine line between reality and my imagination- Was this really happening?

"Hey Amelia! We’re leaving now!," Seo Chan called and I snapped out of my reverie. I fumbled with my shopping bags and began to make my way over to where Seo Chan and INFINITE were waiting for me.

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Myung Soo had suggested walking me and Seo Chan back to our hotel. I had insisted that we were fine but Seo Chan pretended she didn’t know how to get back (To be honest- I didn’t know how to get back either but given our luck since arriving here, nothing bad could happen, could it?)

I had walked a couple of paces in front, not wanting to come between those two.

Finally arriving at the entrance of the hotel, I waited for Seo Chan to catch up and we said our goodbyes, bowing to each other as it was deemed impolite not to do so.

"Annyeong oppa!~ kekekke," Seo Chan laughed girlishly and I groaned inwardly- Seo Chan was far from the cute aegyo type.

"Annyeong Seo Chan ah~" he said.

"Annyeong Lee Hyo Rim," he murmured and I turned around, staring at him in shock.

Luhan’s POV (Point of View)

"Annyeong Lee Hyo Rim" I heard a strangely familiar male voice say.

Peering out from the pot plant, I felt inconspicuous- like a spy, a stalker almost. Three figures stood outside of the entrance of the hotel.

Kim Myung Soo.

Seo Chan.

Amelia.

So who was he referring to as Lee Hyo Rim?

It couldn’t be… her right?