„Good afternoon, did you sleep well?“ asked me my mother sarcastically  when I came into kitchen to have breakfast. Or lunch? It was two o’clock already. My mum don’t like when we get up late.
„Omma, I’m adult. I can get up whenever I want. In addition… wait what day is today?“
„Monday sweet heart. Don’t worry, I phoned to school, that you feel sick.“
„Thank you…I’m sorry for this night, I won’t do something like thi anymore.“ I promised both my mum and me. Of course I did it again later.
„Although you’re adult, you behave like a teenager. Why didn‘t you at least call that you will come back in the morning?“
„Honestly, I don’t remember what happened at all.“
„Yeah, that’s what I expected. I have never seen you as drunk as you were yesterday. You are lucky that the young man brought you home.
„I was not drunk! I just…wait a young man? Who was it?“ I was conused. Who could it be?
„I don’t know. He just came here, greated and took you to bed. Then he just left.“ she answered. „No, wait. He left you a note here.“ She passed me a piece of paper. I fastly took it from her and read:

„You looked really bad, so I took you home. You shouldn’t drink that much. Then you would be a bad role model for your students ;)“

I purposed I could looked drunk. I sat down and I wondered who was it. Maybee Leeteuk because he wouldn’t let me there like I was. I remember he gave me a card with his phone number. So I took it and called. Unfortunatelly, it wasn’t he. „Sorry, but I have no idea who could it be. I left right after we jumped from the cake, I was tired.“ It seemed nothing happened before, but we both knew. „Ok, sorry for disturbing you, have a nice day.“ „You never Na Yeul.“
In a minute my phone started to ring. Covered numbed… I hoped it’s not police. What if I did something bad? I accept call and I almost became deaf.
„Hi! It’s Donghae. Are you free now? I’m going shopping. Do you want to go with me? I don’t have to ask…of course you want! I’m in front of your house. Meet there in ten minutes. You will definitelly recognize me. See you!“ and he was gone. I coudln’t even say anything. I didn’t want to get Donghae upset because when is Donghae sad, all Suju is sad. So I dressed up and went out. He was right, his bright red Ferrari coudln’t be overlooked.

„Hey, how are you? Get in we’ll ride a little bit!“ People around looked back to us, so I fastly got in. He put on his sunglasses and we ramped up.
„I thought I won’t see you anymore after yesterday.“ I laughed.
„Well, maybee I drunk a little bit more than I should but I’m here. That’s impotant, no?“
„How did you found out my phone number anyway?“
„That’s simple. I just went to manager’s office and found your employment contract and other papers. Not a big deal. I can found out everything about you, what company knows.“
„Everything?“ Then I wondered that the man who brought me home could be from SM.
„Even my address for example?“
„Of course, how do you think I got to you?“
„Oh, that’s great, really fantastic. So you will all visit me since now right?“ I said sarcastically. „Where are we going anyway?“
„You will see. Where did you suddenly dissapeared yesterday? I was looking for you.“
„Well, I don’t know how but I woke up at home an hour ago. Someone brought me home from the party.“
„Wow,“ he laughed loudly „that’s cool. Do you know who was it?“
„No…“ I simply answered. I didn’t plan to tell anybody about the notice. Especially to Donghae. He’s like gossip girls and I didn’t want  all in group to know about the note.

We arrived to a big shopping centre in Gangnam. Donghae started to shop. I had a feeling that I’m not a human but a coat hanger. I rather don’t want to know how many he spent that day. After two hours I looked like Christmas tree. In the last shop we were in Donghae took one dress. He looked at met hen at the dress again. He did it a few times and then he passed me it.
„This is for you.“
„No, I can’t accept it.“ I didn’t know how much it cost but it had to be very expensive.
„And why not? Nobody wants to do shopping with me. This could be something like reward for having patience.“ He looked sad so I tried to support him.
„Why don’t they go with you? I had a good time here.“ I smiled.
„You liked shopping with me? Great! So we will repeat soon, right?“ I was glad he smiled again.

We went back to my appartment. I was really tired. I nave never visited all shops in the three-floor shopping centre. We said goodbye to each other and I went back home. But before I came to the door I heard Donghae screaming: „Na Yeul! Stop!! Come here, we have big trouble.“ I ran to Donghae’s car. „Get in, we don’t have time.“ I did what he said and we ramped up fastly. The car stopped in front of SM building where a lot af reporters were waiting.
„Now what?“ Donghae was slowly starting to panic.
„Could you tell me what the hell is going on?!“ I asked him angrily. I didn’t feel well at all after the frantic ride. And when I saw the reporters I realized that nothing good happened.
„There’s no time to explining. We have to get inside without beeing seen.“
„Does it have some back entrance?“
„Good idea! Let’s go.“ We went around and fortunatelly there was not anyone. Donghae grabbed my arm and led me into building.

We stopped up next to the maneger’s office.
„You should wait here untill I’ll explain it.“ He got guilty face and went in. In a while I could hear really angry manager yelling at Donghae. But it wasn’t much long. I went to the office and saw both Donghae and manager sitting in front of each other beeing silent. Manager was covering his head in hands and sighing. When he noticed me, he without any word turned his laptop to me. When I saw it, I musted sit down.

„Does the memver of Super Junior a secret relationship? Donghae seen shopping with his girlfriend!“

Below that was a photo of us in one of the shops we were in today. Fortunatelly it was really bad quality so nobody was able to recognized me. But still it was a bummer.
„What shall we do?“ I asked. SIlent. Nobody had any idea. In the end Donghae said:
„We have to meet. The group, managers, spokesmen….We must tell them something. The question is what…“