Margherita POV

Not considering the ty impression that I have just made in front of the blond guy, it is no longer possible to ignore the ing impression Francesca is having on others instead. Not to mention the great scandal for the ears of those guys.

From one guy, they became two, and now it has just added a third one: the one with Spock's eyebrows, who, as soon as he discovers to be shirtless in front of a herd of girls, taken aback, he starts spinning agitatedly his head and hopping around, trying to cover himself with the towel that was on his head, making a very awkward scene that, otherwise, would have been absolutely normal. In short, who has never seen a guy without a shirt?? What kind of problems...

Instinctively I hold a visual conversation with Brigitta and Eleonora and immediately catapult ourselves on Francesca to block her. I tighten her arms behind her back, Nora shuts , while Britta makes signs with the hands to calm down: indeed, perfect teamwork. Finally, we manage to suppress her until she sits down on one of the two beds present there and we try, set next to her, to hold her still with pinches and punches.

In the meanwhile, the other two guys came just in time to see that scene. We smile and dissemble.

Now that I think about it, I still don't know their names. I give another punch Francesca on the arm, and I try to sit a bit more composed “Hello, I'm Margherita” I take the initiative to let my companions see that at least I'm trying to be a little more extroverted.

The one with platinum blond hair instantly runs into a room, noticing to be shirtless, immediately followed by the one that was covering himself with his arms and his towel up until now. How many problems do they exactly have?! You get embarrassed just by looking at them!

I feel that Francy stopped squirming beside me: at least! But we still don't have the courage to free her.

“I am Chanhee” the dark blond-haired boy, who opened us the door and that looks like a mouse, says, then he continues “and those two who escaped are, in order, Byunghun and Changhyun”.

“Daniel, my name is Daniel” the boy with brown hair and gorilla lips repeats himself, while doing a quick bow.

“I am Jonghyun, nice to meet you” the tallest of the black haired guys smiles to us.

“Minsu” the one who was hit by Britta this morning at the airport says simply.

“My name is Brigitta, please to meet you!” Briggy says smiling, after waiting all of the boys to finish their presentations.

“I am Eleonora, it's a pleasure” Nora continues, making a slight bow with her head.

On the other hand I notice that the three dogs, whose presence I had completely forgotten, are crouching near the glass-window looking over the veranda, from which the last rays of the sun are sprouting.

I feel Fra freeing herself from Ele's hands “I am Francesca, hello!” she eventually manages to say.

Now it seems that she is a lot more calmer, so I decide to let go of my hold on her, also because my arms and hands are starting to hurt.

Just then the platinum blonde, who took the slap this morning, enters dressed with long pants and shirt, covered from neck to feet “My name is Byunghun” he says.

“Hyung, you're late!” intervenes Daniel.

“And I am Changhyun” continues the one with the Spock eyebrows, who is now completely covered too.

“You are late!” all the boys exclaim annoyed in unison. Indeed, we had to expect such kind of coordination from a professional band, hadn't we?

So, while the newcomers are being taught about our names, the mouse guy asks us about what we had to talk, calmly this time.

I look at Francesca. Although I have many things to ask it was her who rushed here as in the throes of a raptus.

The others look at her. “The make-up artist” she starts in a rush, then stops for a while, and so she resumes quieter “I want to talk to her!”

“And does this thing has something to do with us?” the guy who had opened the door asks annoyed. Now, I do not know if it is because he is nervous because of the recent events or because Francy absurdly pisses him off, but the fact is that he really starts to bother me now, although I know that I still do not know enough to judge him. I sigh, as some of his companions do: come on, at least I am not the only one...

As an answer, Francesca gives him a furious look, but seems to have the sense to stay still.

“We don't have her number and you do” Eleonora intervenes quietly, taking a deep breath, I guess, to calm herself down, and then she adds “plus, I think that this question relates to you the same way as it does to us. At least let's try to deal with it without inventing excuses to escape or delay it.”

In a few words, she has much said my thought, even though sometimes I have a great sense of anxiety for how this friend of mine is practically an adult, despite being a month and a half younger than me.

The one with Spock eyebrows seems to mutter something, but I do not understand what.

“What?” indeed the prudish blond one, that was close to him, asks turning to him.

“This, in my opinion, this thing has taken on a more terrifying note on it because of this ing translator!” he repeats convinced, louder this time.

“You are right!” one with the bulbous nose grants “now that you said, it seems to me as well that it's for that!”

“Maybe if we ask her some more information on this... thing” Daniel reflects “we can also understand how far we have to worry, don't we?

Damn, is it seriously the only name I remember of the six, huh? Couldn't they also have names comprehensible like this one?

“Or to what extent we are forced to armour ourselves at home” that likeable dark blond guy continues, turning his eyes to an indefinite point of the room.

“So will you call her?” Francesca asks hopeful.

The boys look at her, silently. They look at each other and then back to us, always silently.

“Minsu hyung, you should call...” the dark haired one with the bulbous nose declares “you are the oldest!”

But then why all these excuses? Wasn't she one of their acquaintances?

Changhyun POV

“Minsu hyung you should...” proposes Jonghyun “you are the oldest!”

“I agree hyung, you are also the leader” Byunghun hyung exclaims, relieved for not to be the scapegoat.

“If that's it you could too” I add “you have a lot of friends and you are one of the oldest!”

“No!” he immediately burst out “if that's the case it's could also be Chanhee, as he is also older than me and he has much more friends too!

“Yes, Chanhee will call” Minsu hyung tries to save himself “he has good impressions on the ajumma”

“Let's do rock-paper-scissors” Chanhee hyung declares angrily. Today hyung is in a really bad mood.

The four girls look at us and whisper at each other as if we were making small problems things big. But what you do they know them? They still know nothing.

We do kai-bai-bo a couple of times. Me, Daniel hyung and Jonghyun we are out of it: I sigh relieved.

Honestly, the less I talk to that woman the better it is.

The other hyungs keep going on very focused on the game, no one wants to lose. This time, Minsoo hyung goes with a scissors while Chanhee hyung and Byunghun hyung and make two stones. They won, but no one rejoices because this is not even just a penalty.

Minsu hyung takes uncomplainingly his cell phone from his pants pocket and presses hesitantly the button for the call, putting on the speaker. Just a few rings and we feel the call being accepted.

We all draw one step back, while the foreigners get up off the couch and come towards us without a sound.

I hear the voice of the woman on the other end of the phone “Yaboseo?” [= Hello?]

Hyung tries to explain our request with all his diplomatic skill, keeping his voice even lower than the usual.

Since the first time I met her, I never liked that woman. All the other staff members smile at us and chat a bit with us to break a little the tension, but she has always given us only a cold look: that is I hate the most about her, her eyes. They are terrifying! I has already been two years since we know each other, but I have never seen her do any friendly gesture. It is not possible that in all this time, no matter how a person could be socially awkward, one does not makes even a half friend!

Minsu hyung ends the call, fixes phone for a few seconds and then he throws it on the sofa-bed beside him, as if, in this way, he could send away even Sey noona from himself “She said that she'll be here in ten minutes” he informs mostly himself than us, who have just witnessed the whole conversation.

“Oh good!!” the girl who has slapped Byunghun hyung morning states triumphant.

Good as hell! That woman is crazy!

Chanhee hyung uncorks the bottle of water he was holding and with greedy gulps he finishes it up, he puts the tap on it and he carefully goes to position it near the basket of plastic.

Whenever he is in tension he drinks like this.

We all silently sit down, some on the couch and some on the floor, and wait. Byunghun hyung sets himself beside the window of the veranda, absently the puppies. Seeing that, Kkangkkangie runs towards Daniel hyung and lies down, as usual, on hir feet.

Endless moments of absolute stasis spend, where the only things to change are our shadows, that are getting longer longer with the nightfall.

When I come to my senses again because of the bell, I realize that the whole room is bathed in half-light.

Nobody moves. Nobody wants to go to open.

I hear the doorbell ring again.

Nobody moves. Nobody moves.

Rings again.

I raise up the head. The girls are watching us and waiting for a reply, while we are trying to escape all the eyes.

This time the doorbell rings insistently.

Nobody moves again, as if we were forced to immobility.

I can not stand anymore this pounding sound so I run to push the button to open the door. The noise immediately stops.

We all stare at the door.

Probably right now Sey noona is in the elevator.

I look at the guys. I hear the sound of heels approach us. They are looking at me as if it has unanimously been determined the idea of leaving me welcome noona.

I take a deep breath and open the door with force just when that woman was in the act of raising his hand to knock.

At least I won on this!

She does not seem surprised at all, indeed, she smiles as to say I knew you kept your ears strained and comes in offhandedly, shaking her head a little to move the fringe over her eyes.

Jonghyun sign her to sit down on the couch, which is by now freed.

She does not sit. She stands with his back to the window, as to be able to look at everything in the room and, at the same time, have a heroic halo around herself, thanks to the orange-purple light of the sunset “I guess you have ready made questions, for not to waste time to both me and you”.

A shiver strikes on my back. Be it because of her resonant voice or because of that tricky light that illuminates her from the behind, but the fact is that she exactly knows how to intimidate people.

Chanhee hyung turns on the light, breaking the spell of this woman, while I mentally thank him “What this translator?” he asks immediately, picking up and showing that small brooch-shaped object, staring her with a cold and impassive expression.

That is another thing that scares me: a serious and moody Chanhee hyung.