"We're here!" they shrieked loudly as they began to pull off from the van, quickly scattering across the street. They unpacked their belongings, and quickly shouldered them on.

You watched them warily before deciding to pull from the van as well. The only problem was, Mark. He was sleeping soundingly on your shoulder. He had fallen onto them just a while ago, and you had no choice but to let him be, besides, you had been the same just an hour before. 

You took a deep breath, and called, "Mark?"

His eyes fluttered opened and looked up at you. They were almond-shaped eyes, that were still caught between his daze.

"Huh?" he muttered groggily. His head was still resting on your shoulders as he spoke. You instantly blushed as you felt his heavy breaths against your cheeks. Being in this position, you couldn't help but noticed that the two of you were only a few inches away.

"W-we're here," you stammered, and attempted to dodge his eyes.

He lifted his head, and fixed his clothes, "Oh."

He pulled from the van, and you followed after.

"This will be your room!" they exclaimed happily as they pointed towards a door painted in green.

"You prepared an entire new room for me?" your voice was unable to sustain its regular tone.

They smiled sheepishly. "Actually no, it's actually Yugyeom's room. We pushed him out to clear it for you. Y-you don't mind sharing the closet and table with him right? He'll just sleep out in the couch," they fiddled with their hands, and rubbed their reddened necks.

"B-but," your voice trailed off as you shot Yugyeom an uncertain look.

"It's alright noona," he reassured, and patted your shoulders lightly.

"As long as you're okay with sharing parts of the room with him."

Yeah, that'll be fine," you exclaimed, quickly parting from your original position and trotting towards the door.

"We already left all your things inside," they said, and left you alone to explore the room.

You  the the knob and tiptoed inside. "Wait, didn't you guys say that you left my belongings in here?" you peered out of the room.

"Yeah, it's not in there?" they asked, their tone laced with concern as they began to rush by your side.

"No?"

Their eyes widened, the worry evident in their voices. "But we left it all in here, just a while ago!"

"I moved it," a deep, low voice shot from behind them. Instantly, all heads were turned and faced the direction of the voice. You squinted your eyes as you realized it was Mark. Mark was standing by another door, his pose making it look like he was in a photo shoot. The guys gave him a strange look, and ushered him to explain.

"Yugyeom can stay in his room. He needs it to practice his daily dance moves," his almond-shaped eyes shifted from the members and up to you. You shivered silently as his cold eyes pierced through yours. "She can just stay with me," he said, gaze falling on you, but then quickly reverting back to the members.

"But you always say that you hate sharing a room!" Jackson whined, "you didn't want to share a room with me!" his fingers darted accusingly.

"Didn't you say you have problems sleeping in new places?" Junior quirked his eyebrows.

"I'll be fine," he said, and ushered them to shuffle back to their rooms.

"Okay, okay. We're leaving," Jackson grunted as he shuffled through the hall and into his room. He hummed loudly,  and danced in front of his mirror. You couldn't help but laugh. You were about to turn around to say thanks, but quickly realized that Mark had also disappeared. Thinking that he had gone to the kitchen or with one of the members, you the knob and tiptoed inside.

"Ouch!" someone yelled from behind the door as you flung it opened.

"Oh God, sorry. I didn't think anyone was in here," you apologized. You looked at him with apologetic eyes.

"Alright," he mumbled, and pushed past you. "I cleared up the closet, half will be yours. The table will also be like that. Your half, my half," he said as his fingers brushed past the white desk.

"There's only one rule," he growled, "you don't touch my things."

You nodded your head understandingly, fumbling through the door as you proceeded inside. Clumsily, you tripped against your guitar bag and crashed against the bed's edge. "Ouch!" you yelped as you stumbled down, clutching onto your sore toes.

Startled by your sudden movements, he jerked his head back with a frantic expression. "Are you alright?" he asked, as he instantly rushed by you, crouching onto the floor, unconsciously holding onto your hand. His fingers almost interlacing with yours as he leaned in to examine your injured feet.

You blushed, and pulled away embarrassingly. I-it's okay. I was careless."

Instantly realizing that he had over-reacted and must've looked too caring, he pulled away. He cleared his throat loudly before trailing his eyes onto the floor. Get your cool back! he whispered to himself, and attempted to regain his cocky attitude.

"You're so clumsy and light-headed," he muttered under his breath as his hands reached for your guitar bag, moving it as far from your legs as possible. He glanced at you momentarily, getting caught up in your glistening eyes before finally snapping back to reality and coldly brushing past yo