"Jae. Jaejoong, wake up."

A deep, clear, and husky voice was echoing in Jaejoong's mind. Not only that, Jaejoong could feel that this someone was shaking his body over and over again. But still, Jaejoong didn't want to open his eyes even just for a bit; as his tiredness still enveloped him throughoutly. Thankfully, the other person wasn't the type to give up easily. He pulled the cover off from Jaejoong's body, revealing the complete figure of the older one. Without feeling surprised or hesitant, the person has already slapped Jaejoong's quite hard; so that Jaejoong would soon wake up.

"Wake up and get ready, Jae!" the person said louder. "We have a fanmeet and beforehands we still need to go to the red carpet's salon."

"Junsu?" called Jaejoong dreamingly, rolling around to face the other person; still with his closed eyes.

"I'm not your cutie Junsu. He has left," the person answered right away, before showing a disgusted look to Jaejoong's sleeping figure. "And don't show me that thing of yours so freely like that, Jaejoong."

As soon as he has heard the words from the latter, Jaejoong snapped his eyes open widely. He stared at the other person that was standing beside his bed without saying anything; too speechless to even give him the proper reaction. But then, hearing the clearing throat sound from the other, Jaejoong finally took the cover back and immediately hide his lower part of body below it. "What the you did, Yoochun?!" he shouted in panic. "Why are you here? Why did you even pull the cover away before? And- most importantly, how could you stay calm after seeing me ?!"

"Oh, cut the crap off, Jaejoong," Yoochun said calmly, rolling his eyes on the process. "You've taken the photos of everyone , if you don't remember. Don't act oh-so-shy with this, since I'm not even enjoying the sight."

"But..."

"Anyway, Junsu has left since this early. He called and told me to pick you up, since he wasn't sure whether you'll be awake or not," explained Yoochun. He didn't even bothered waiting for Jaejoong to continue his words, feeling there's no need for that. Yoochun then walked towards the wardrobe at the other side of the room, wanting to make Jaejoong get ready faster by preparing the clothes for him. "Does he have any schedules?"

"Yeah. Something related with musical, I don't really understand too," answered Jaejoong while scratching his head; still half-dreamingly.

Yoochun still rummaged Jaejoog's wardrobe freely as he kn