A/N: Sorry guys, I've been wavering between this fic and my new one, hehe... Also college apps >.< but I'm going to be done with them hopefully in the next five days, so I'll be able to post more frequently :)

Also, I'm starting a new fic! It's a BTS/GOT7-centric fic called Consequence :)

English, Korean, Chinese

As the hubbub dies down and you step back from Kris, wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes, the door beeps open. Manager oppa comes in. It's time for them to leave.

"Kids- Oh, annyeonghaseyo, Jin Ae-sshi," he greets you.

"Annyeonghaseyo, Hyunkyun oppa," you greet him back politely, bowing.

"Now, why aren't you that polite to us?" Baekhyun jokes.

You make a face at him. "Because it's hard to remember."

"As if," Kris snorts.

"No need for formalities, I guess, if it makes you uncomfortable," Hyunkyun concedes. "You could always attempt the pabo foreigner act you tried the first time we met, to get around the rudeness. Or just speak to me in Chinese," he offers, smiling.

"Araso, oppa," you immediately agree.

He blinks. "That was quick."

Your EXO oppa-deul laugh, already veterans of your banmal.

"Tell me about it," Xiumin mutters. He doesn't sound angry, though.

You smile sheepishly.

"Alright, kids, stop standing around, we've got a flight to catch. Let's get going!" Hyunkyun briskly announces, holding the door open. "The vans are downstairs. Who knows- maybe this time we'll beat the crowd." He sighs as he says this last.

"It's hard on you, isn't it?" you tut sympathetically as the two of you watch the guys gather their stuff and make their way into the elevator, four at a time. "Trying to get these bunch of pabo-deul through throngs of crazy fans…"

"Sans injury," Hyunkyun finishes. "It's almost impossible, sometimes. Kai, Luhan, they've all been injured to some degree by the crowds at the airport."

You frown. "Injured? Honestly, you'd think the security would be better."

"Sheer numbers, Jin Ae."

"Still. They need to learn how to defend themselves. I'm not saying to fight them, just-" You stop after seeing Hyunkyun's resigned expression. "What?"

"They can't do anything. They would be labeled violent or unappreciative towards their fans. All they can do is take it."

Frustrated, you keep silent. Is there really no way to protect the members?

You, Hyunkyun, Kris, and Suho are the last to get into the elevator.

"Let me see your hands," Kris says suddenly. I forgot she injured them yesterday.

"They're fine," you say quickly, hiding them behind your back.

"Jewel…" he warns.

Behind you, Suho takes a look at your hands. "Jagi!"

You flinch.

"Mwoh? Jagi?" Hyunkyun exclaims.

You facepalm, and Kris takes the opportunity to grab your wrists. "What the hell, Jewel, you call this fine?" he bursts out, exasperated. "What possessed you to carry all those drinks?"

There's a clear line of bruising on the underside of your fingers where the bags dug into your skin, and the split skin over your knuckles still hasn't completely scabbed over. You're saved from replying by the arrival of the elevator on the ground floor.

Reluctantly, Kris lets go of your wrists to take hold of his suitcase. You flee, out of the building, past the guard (whom you wave briefly at) and hide behind Kyungsoo where he is standing by the vans. The street is deserted, but for EXO.

For the rest of the members, the sight is completely laughable.

The slight member's eyes open characteristically wide in surprise as he twists to look at you. "What are you doing?"

"Shh. I'm hiding from Kris."

"You might not want to stand there. Soo isn't exactly the best person to hide behind," Luhan points out, grinning.

"Yah-" Kyungsoo grumbles.

"Oh. Right," you realize, and scramble to hide behind Chanyeol, pressing close to his back just as Kris emerges from the building.

"Where is that girl?" he demands, annoyed.

"Can somebody explain why Joonmyeon just called Jin Ae jagi?" Hyunkyun tags behind, flustered.

"That's 'cause her name is Jagi," Baekhyun volunteers brightly but unhelpfully.

 Meanwhile, the others gradually close in around Chanyeol, hiding you from view. You squat down.

Kris narrows his eyes and tries to peer into the middle of the group. "I see what you're trying to do."

Straight-faced, Luhan widens his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Crouching down next to you, Jongin taps you on the shoulder. "What did you do, noona?" he whispers.

"Uhhhh," you drag out. He's just as likely to get pissed at you about your hands as any of the others. "Nothing?"

Just then, however, Tao accidentally bumps into your back. "Mian!"

Caught unawares, you instinctively place your hands on the ground to steady yourself, jostled against Kyungsoo's leg. The rough, gritty concrete stabs into your skin. You can't help letting out a pained hiss.

Jongin in a breath.

Kyungsoo looks down. "What the ," he swears violently, seeing your bruised and battered hands. You let out a squeak of surprise at both his language and the way he grabs your hands. "Is this why they were bandaged yesterday?"

Hesitantly, you nod, and then defend yourself. "They're not that bad-"

Jongin shakes his head. "They're pretty bad…"

"You deserve to be scolded," Kyungsoo announces bluntly, examining your fingers. "Some of these are from this morning, aren't they? Carrying all our drinks?"

"No…?" you try. Somehow you don't want to argue with him when he's like this.

He rolls his eyes. "Sure." Grabbing your upper arm, he makes you stand up. "Hyung! She's over here." He lifts your arm up in the air and waves it around, careful not to touch your injured hands.

You let out a resigned sigh as you're ejected from the protective swarm and Kris grabs you by the shoulders.

"You, Jewel, are a world-class idiot," he begins his tirade.

"Kris, hurry it up, we don't have all day," Hyunkyun instructs. "And somebody better tell me why Joonmyeon called Jin Ae Jagi because that is not her name," he adds in a quieter but no less authoritative voice.

"Arasoyo, hyung. You guys go first then." Kris gestures at the rest of the members.

As with every goodbye, there must be hugs.

Tao's the first to pounce on you, lifting you up and spinning you around.

"Jieee~ I'll miss you," he pouts, hugging you to his chest. You have no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist to keep from slipping through his grasp.

Unnerved, the EXO-M members blink at his antics.

"Aigoo," you coo laughingly at him, his hair.

"Yah, why do you let her touch your hair?" Suho demands. "You don't even let me touch your hair like that!"

"That's because noona is special," the EXO-M maknae huffs snootily, not letting you go.

"Yah, Tao, stop hogging Jagi," Baekhyun complains.

"You're going to drop her," Jongin warns.

"Never! I would never drop Bao Bei Jie," Tao responds adamantly.

"Zitao, let me down," you request, unfurling your legs and patting his neck.

"Mm… First give me a kiss on the cheek," he demands, tilting his face expectantly, like a small child.

Behind the two of you, members have mixed reactions.

Amused, you easily comply. "Let me down now, you sneaky boy."

He finally sets you onto the ground, happy as can be.

Beagle line members close in around you next. After Baekhyun and Chen engulf you in a loud group hug (Me too! No, me first!), you squeak as you find yourself being scooped off the ground yet again.

"Fu- Yeol oppa!" you exclaim, instinctively coiling your arms and legs around him.

Some of the members look away. Chanyeol's face is far too close to yours for comfort.

He beams unabashedly at you, unstyled hair flopping over his eyes. "I want a ppoppo too!" Giggling, you tuck a strand behind his ear and peck him on the cheek as certain members determinedly don't look.

"Yah, we have to leave soon," Hyunkyun reminds him. "In two minutes."

Right after your feet touch the ground, Luhan whisks you out of Chanyeol's arms and into his own. The height discrepancy between the two is amusingly evident as you hug the vocal tightly.

"I'll miss you, Bambi ge."

The nickname makes him chuckle. "Bao Bei, I'll miss you too. Treat you to BBQ when we get back?" He pulls back and winks.

"Sure thing," you agree immediately, grinning.

Before you can step away, he leans in and brushes his lips across your cheek. Surprised, you tilt your head back slightly, eyes wide. He just smiles, satisfied, rests his fingers on your face for a moment more, and moves away.

Lay automatically bows to you before coming in for a hug. Your breath hitches for a second when he lifts your chin with gentle fingers and makes eye contact with you. He's not wearing much of an expression, but his eyes are warm with affection.

"Bao Bei. Take care of yourself, okay?"

"Okay. You take care of yourself too…" you tell him, pondering your next words. "…Xing Xing ge."

His dimples appear as you christen him with the nickname.

"This Xing Xing ge will teach you how to really dance when he comes back," he promises cheerfully.

For someone whose dancing is so powerful and provocative, he's remarkably sweet and adorably laidback. You can understand why he's the healing unicorn of EXO.

Impulsively, you lean up and place a light kiss on his cheek. He looks shocked (as shocked as he can get, that is) and then pleased.

"Sorry, but you're too cute, Xing Xing ge," you apologize unabashedly.

He seems to blush- but then again, you never can tell with Lay.

Joonmyeon embraces you warmly and smooths a hand over your hair. "Don't do anything rash while we're gone, Jagi."

You nod and agree. "Neh, eomma." Technically, everything you're going to do has been well thought-out and can't exactly be classified as rash.

He winces as the members laugh.

The stoic maknae, Sehun is next. "Jagi noona, I'll miss you." He hugs you carefully. "Watch out for yourself this week."

You hug him tightly around the waist and tug him down towards to you give him a kiss on the cheek. Unbeknownst to you, he gets slightly red. His hyung-deul watch with hawk eyes. "Sehunnie, I'll miss you too. Listen well to your hyung-deul, araso?"

"Araso, noona," he agrees casually. "Or at least I'll try," he amends.

Kai's approach is awkward. His confidence on stage doesn't translate offstage, and his cheeks are pink as he opens his arms for a hug, averting his gaze. Taking pity on him, you step forward and hug first, giving him a moment to react and wrap his arms around you as well. You give him an eye smile as you pull back. "Jongin-ah, if those translator noona-deul act up again, you tell me, okay?"

Startled, he raises his eyebrows. "You remembered?"

"Of course." You nod.

He grins. "Araso, noona."

Kyungsoo stands uncomfortably in front of you and clears his throat, fidgeting. After some deliberation, he sighs and spreads his arms. Without a second thought you step happily forward and embrace him tightly. "Gomawo, Soo oppa," you murmur, turning your head and tiptoeing so that your mouth is closer to his ear.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, at long last, and he brings his face closer to yours, admitting quietly into your ear, "I might miss you just a little bit."

You beam. "You lie!" you whisper delightedly. One sourpuss down, one to go! "Tell you what, oppa- I'll sing a song just for you when you come back," you promise. "Just tell me what song."

Kyungsoo pulls his head back. "Yah, I can't just think of a song on the spot," he protests.

"Yah, you can't just call yourself the main vocal and not know any songs," you mimic him playfully.

"Yah, you're just promising one song, so it has to be special," he retorts defensively, and then flushes. "Um… I'll text it to you when I think of one," he mutters. Without a further word, he leaves.

Now only Kris, Xiumin and an impatient Hyunkyun are left on the sidewalk. You know that Kris wants to be last, but what is Xiumin still doing here? It's been clear from the start that he doesn't want you around. Even now, he's only staring at the street.

Shooting Kris a nervous glance, you walk tentatively over to stand before Xiumin and bow. "Minseok-ssi, mianhamnida for speaking to you in banmal earlier."

He looks at you, startled. "Banmal?" What is she talking about- Oh. "Gwenchana… I don't mind," he allows gruffly, awkwardly scratching his head. "But you can't use banmal with other people, araji?" he adds abruptly. "Not everyone is as slack with manners."

You nod solemnly. "Gomawo, Minnie oppa," you bow.

He wheezes out a sudden laugh. "It's all or nothing, isn't it? I guess I'll just be Minnie oppa to you from now on."

You smile exuberantly, making him forget to breathe just for a second. "I guess. Annyeong, oppa, have a safe trip~" Biting your lip, you turn to walk away, but just as you take a step, you feel his arms around you. Surprised, you freeze.

Minseok releases you at once. "That wasn't meant to be a back hug," he chastises himself. "Mian. Bad tim-"

Grinning, you launch yourself at him. He grunts and instinctively hugs you back.

"Gomawo, Minnie oppa!" you chirp, happier. "Annyeong~"

"A-annyeong." Bewildered, he boards a van.

Finally, Kris stands before you.

"Jewel, promise me three things." Kris places his hands on your shoulders and looks at you. "Okay?"

You squirm. You have an idea of what he wants. "Fine," you concede.

"First of all, and this is the most important promise, you have to wait until your hands heal until you do any more Muay Thai." He pauses. "Or even carry anything heavy," he adds, passing a light thumb over the underside of your fingers.

You pout. "But what else am I supposed to do while you're gone…" One look at Kris' face and you stop arguing. "Fine."

"Second: you have to make sure you eat every day and not let the fainting thing happen again."

This one's easier. You agree immediately, not wanting to experience it again.

"Third: Don't trouble yourself with news about you. Don't even read the comments on articles about you. Nothing good ever comes of it."

You hesitate. "I won't read it, but I can't promise I won't find out about it if Wiwat or my roommates back at Columbia tell me."

Kris shakes his head. "I'll be a happy man if you just refrain from hurting yourself." He stops, and then says, a bit ruefully, "I'll miss you, Bao bei."

Hyunkyun throws up his hands. "There it is again! In Chinese, no less!"

The rest of EXO, through the open van doors, throws him disapproving glances.

"Shh! They're having a moment!" Jongdae rebukes.

Hyunkyun subsides and sullenly boards the van.

Looking up at Kris, you smile brightly and give him a hug. "It'll be just like the past year, don't worry! We can Skype," you say reasonably, reaching up to fix his hair. "Now go, Hyunkyun oppa's sulking." ("I'm not sulking!")

You can't tell whether you're reassuring him or yourself.