A/N: English in blue, Chinese in red. Korean in black.

Warning: mild cuss words.

"隊長 (duizhang)," Lay says seriously. "You might want to see this."

Kris bends over to read the words on the screen of Lay's laptop. His eyes widen.

"SCANDAL! EXO Kris has a girlfriend?

An anonymous sasaeng fan of EXO's Kris has uploaded a message found on his stolen phone on Soompi. ' Hey, Kevin, Jewel here! I'm in Seoul, surprise surprise. This is my Korean number. Long time no talk… Let's meet up :),' the message from an unknown number reads. This translates roughly to 'Hey, Kevin, Jewel here! I'm in Seoul, surprised? This is my Korean number. Long time no talk… Let's meet up :).' As Kevin is Kris' real name, fans speculate that it may be a girl from his childhood in Canada. Do you think it's possible that the handsome idol known for being cold has a girlfriend? Post your comments below!"

"!" She's in Seoul? Since when? He's both terrified and elated.

"Who's Jewel?" Tao asks, eyes on the computer screen.

"Nobody," he answers curtly. "Quick, give me your phone." He calls their manager and holds his breath as he picks up. "Hyung-nim, I swear I don't know a thing about the text they found on my phone."

He holds his breath as he waits for his manager to reply. When he doesn't, he rushes ahead, saying: "They probably didn't even really find it on my phone; I don't know anyone named Jewel. The sasaengs are getting more creative," he lies without hesitation.

"Araso, I'll have an official statement released," the manager sighs before hanging up. Kris breathes out in relief. Now to contact you.

Ignoring the questioning glances from the other members of EXO (EXO-K came down to meet them after they returned from the airport), he disappears into his room.

寶貝 (jewellee)

Status: Offline

            Groaning, Kris sends you a pending message, forcing himself to act calm.

巨人(duizhangkris187): hey jewel, I can't believe you're in seoul! my phone was stolen before I had a chance to reply to your message and I cancelled the card, but yeah, let's meet up sometime! my number for now is XXX-XXXX

Now to get Suho's phone.

Coincidentally, as soon as he steps out from his room, the doorbell rings. "I'll get it," he says since he's already standing up. It's Suho.

"Yah, I'm borrowing your phone." Without waiting for a reply, he reaches for Suho's jacket pocket and takes his phone before walking away.

"Yah!" The brown-haired boy shouts. Hasn't seen the guy in a month, and what does he do? Take his phone and walk away.

"Wae?" Kris turns around. "Oh. Gomawo?" He adds questionably.

Suho sighs. "Help me with the drinks," he mutters, giving up. "My wrist can't handle the weight."

"How did you carry them earlier?"

"Somehow." He doesn't elaborate as he begins distributing drinks.

***

The number you dial while you walk away from Joonmyeon is one that you've never taken the time to input in your phone. You never thought you would call it, but unexpected things happen.

Your thoughts drift as you walk, waiting for the call to connect. I've met a lot of strange people, you note. People who walk around like it's the middle of winter when it's 27 degrees.

***

Lay has been showing the rest of EXO the news article about Kris' phone. They crowd around the sofa as they try and read it. The only sounds are the sounds of liquid going through straws as they sip their drinks. Suddenly, Luhan's phone rings. Kris, who's on the other sofa and is closer, picks it up and puts it back down. "Unknown number. Don't pick up."

"Why?"

"Don't be naïve. It might be a sasaeng."

Luhan doesn't argue, but he picks up the phone anyway as he sips his bubble tea. Although his fan club is the most insane, he's still innocent. It might not be. "Yeobosayo?" He answers carefully.

"Hi. You told me to call you if I ever came to Seoul," is all you say.

"什麼？(What?)" He chokes on his boba, startled and confused.

Kris doesn't miss the fact that Luhan's speaking in Chinese. "是誰？(Who is it?)"

As realization dawns on him, Luhan answers with only a quick "Just someone I know."

(At the side, Lay is translating for the Korean members, while Tao just observes the scene.)

"What do you need?" The others can hear him ask as he retreats to the room he shares with Lai with his phone and bubble tea. (Lay frowns when he's translating this. Tao stays expressionless.)

Kris just looks at Suho's phone in his hands as if he's expecting a call.

***

"Oh, I don't need anything," you say cheerfully as you return to the coffee shop and sit down, drink in hand. "I'm just bored."

"Bored?" You can tell he's taken aback.

"Yeah, I arrived this morning and my roommates dislike me already so I'm alone now with nothing to do." The light manner in which you say this makes him speechless.

"Ah…" He's at a loss. What is it you want him to do?

"Let's meet up and get properly introduced? I can use a guide around here," you suggest.

***

Luhan blanches at your suggestion. He knows how creative sasaengs can get. You didn't know who he was in NYC, but you might now. "Um…" He gives you the benefit of the doubt and agrees. "When do you want to meet up?"

"Tomorrow lunch?"

He's just returned from China so he doesn't have any schedules as of yet. "Sure. Where?"

"Do you know Jihye's? It's this little coffee shop-"

Luhan chokes on his boba again. It's the coffee shop that EXO often goes to since nobody knows about it. Did he make the wrong choice? "Yes," he answers reluctantly, cutting you off. "I know it."

"Good. Let's meet there at noon and then head somewhere else."

"O-okay," he stutters and stares at his phone after you hang up, bewildered, before realizing something. "I forgot to ask her name again!"

***

The next day, you head to the coffee shop as soon as it's opening hour at 7am. You don't really care about the girls who dislike you, but seeing you seems to cause them emotional distress, so you leave for their sake.

When you get to Jihye's, you check Skype. There's a message from Kevin. You smile and shake your head as you read his temporary number before shutting your laptop without replying.

You spend rest of the morning yawning over coursework that's nothing new. "Honestly, you'd think people would come up with new things to teach," you complain to yourself after losing patience at the fifteenth mention of an outdated surgical method. "Have a little creativity!" You scold whoever created the course.

"A little annoyed?" You hear a soft voice as you look up, then at your phone. It's 11:58 am. How punctual.

"An understatement. You're early," you tell him. This one is also wearing all-black clothes that look like they belong in winter, excluding, strangely, a blue-white koala hat that you see peeking out from under his black hoodie. Instead of the scarf you usually see, he's wearing a white face mask. Also, he's wearing sunglasses, even though the sun is barely out yet. The style here seriously needs some help, you think, stifling a laugh. You're not one to judge, but honestly, this is getting out of hand. You recall that he was wearing something similar in NYC.

"Two minutes is early?" He thinks you're making a joke. For some reason, he keeps glancing outside.

"For me at least. I'm always on the dot or late," you shrug carelessly. "There hasn't been anything important enough for me to show up early." You pack up your things. "Let's go, then? Do you have a restaurant in mind? I don't know any."

"What would you like to eat?" He asks you as you both walk.

"Anything. Actually, meat," you say. You love meat like you love… Nope, you just love meat. "BBQ?" You ask hopefully. The best thing about Korea, you know, is BBQ.

"Sure, I know a great place," he laughs quietly at your face before leading the way. "It's not far."