I didn't care who it was, I was just glad I now had an umbrella. With the little strength I had, I looked up to see who was being so kind to me. Those twinkling eyes I admired so much, looked down at me with worry. I thought it was a dream, I mean. It couldn't be possible. Sure the cafe was across the road from the venue of the fansigning, but who would have guessed they would go there after their schedule. The worried eyes lingered on me a while longer before he opened his mouth to speak. Not hearing a word he said, I collapsed, expecting the cold, hard and wet ground to meet me, I only felt a warm embrace before everything went black.

I felt groggy and unsteady, I sat up in an unfamiliar room. It definitely wasn't my hotel room. I tried to remember where I was, and how I got there. Which only served to trigger my memories of the day before. I was burning up both mentally and physically. Quietly whimpering, I slid back under the covers looking for some comfort from the warm and thick blankets. However, the comfort of a person is incomparable to the comfort a bed can provide. After having no more tears run down my face, I re-emerged from under the blankets only to find 12 faces looking up at me from the ground. Hazy eyesight prevented me from seeing who they were. I tried to rub my eyes to see if my vision would clear up, when I heard a kettle boiling and someone (I'm guessing) in the kitchen. Once again opening my eyes, I was shocked to find my favourite band looking looking expectant and somewhat excited. Turning around the room to see what they were all looking at left me confused. I was afraid. I wasn't able to communicate with them as I didn't understand korean at all. Waking up in an un