Their voices filled up the room while I ran to the fridge to take a glass of orange juice. Me and the maknaes were skyping. They usually Skype me at night but since they didn’t have any schedules, they decided to surprise call me. The rest joined in when they came out of their bedrooms. We had a good laugh everytime we saw each other. They were pretty much explaining that they would be really busy than usual when its their comeback, so they weren’t sure when they can call me. They would be calling every now and then when they’re not busy to check on me.

A year later…..

I was surfing the net and listening to some popular kpop songs while the door bell unexpectedly rang. I grunted and opened the door without checking. There were quite a few people outside the gate and I couldn’t see clearly so I walked towards them and what the hell? Got7 & manager? Was I dreaming?

“Noonaaa~~~!” the maknaes ran up to me and greeted me, so did the rest.

I thought it was rude to let them stay outside under the scorching sun, so I invited them in and locked the gate behind me. I ran ahead and asked them to leave their shoes outside the door. As I yelled for Mum to come down, she was in the study room and hurriedly came down to help serve some drinks for them. All of them were looking around the house with their mouths open. I was glad I didn’t place any pictures of me and them around the house, except for………one. Its the picture I took with Mark and Jackson. It was quite obvious on the table under the television.

I thought that they weren’t paying any attention to me, so I skipped and slid the picture frame with me, under my shirt and praying that none of them saw it.

“What’s that under your shirt you’re holding?” a very similar voice spoke up. It was Jr.  

I gulped and started to stutter, “A..ahh.. I-its nothing.” He held his hands out in front of me, gesturing to let me see. I was hesitant to pass him the picture frame I hid but eventually gave it because the rest were already staring back at me, and I wouldn’t want to make a fuss in front of mother.

All eyes was on me, then back to the picture then back to me. And I’m like, “What?” I turned around to help mum when I heard her hurrying and banging herself into the counter top and the chair clumsily in the kitchen.

Mum knew I was feeling awkward around them as I feel like I couldn’t talk an