Taemin POV

Either the birds have undergone some kind of mutation or the remake of Jurassic Park is taking place outside of my apartment building and a giant Tyrannosaurus Rex is running around.

But the loud commotion outside, even though it woke me up before my alarm clock, can't spoil my mood. I am well rested and have slept better than ever. 

All is well again between Minho and me. Not only have we made up, we have talked about everything and I can call him my boyfriend and he can call me his.

Even if a dinosaur was about to eat me, it would spit me right back out, because I'm full of love, metaphorically and literally speaking...I really should go take a shower first....

"Good morning." I greet my best friend and roommate in the best of moods.

"...Morning." Kai says slowly. I stumble slightly. He's actually not a grumpy morning person.

"Isn't life beautiful?" I ask him, pouring myself a delicious smelling coffee.

Kai sips his coffee and looks over the edge of his cup at me.

"Taemin...?"

"Huh?" I just can't stop grinning.

"Do you maybe want to stay home today?" he asks me. I shake my head in confusion.

"Why would I do that?" I ask him with an amused smile.

"Well...maybe it would just be better if you stayed home today." He says, looking at me with concern in his big eyes. I lean over to him and give him a good talking to.

"Kai, I'm fine. Everything is all good again between Minho and me." I explain to him so he doesn't have to worry anymore.

"Well..." he interjects gently, however. He doesn't really seem convinced.

"Although I am glad that I can now delete my fake accounts and follow him again through my actual profile."

"I hope with you deleting the profiles, your nasty comments will go away too." I say.

"Well for what he did I think 'You think you look good? Your head is so small that you're only a 9 out of 10!' is not soooo bad." We both have to laugh.

I can still hear a loud noise from outside that I can't make out. It hasn't died down since I got up. I can understand that the morning traffic to work is turbulent, but it sound like The Walking Dead outside.

I have to grin at my comparison. Minho would certainly find it funny.

"What's going on out there?" I want to know and head for the window.

"Wait!" Kai calls out. At the same moment loud knocks hit our door.

"I'll get it." I say, having already got up.

"Taemin, wait!" I hear Kai croak behind me.

What's the matter with him today?

To my utter surprise, Aeg and Yo are standing at my door. If they were door-to-door salesmen, they could sell their cheap hoovers to anyone. You wouldn't dare say no to this dubious looking duo.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask, puzzled.

"Does this building have a back exit?" Aeg asks me, sounding very serious.

"Yes...why?" Uncertainly I look back and forth between the two of them.

"Have you looked outside or at the news?" Yo asks me, I don't like his tone either.

I don't have time to think about what he just said to me, but I can feel heat rising up inside me.

As I approach our living room window, however, I can already make out a few human heads, but I didn't expect the overall picture.

"What the hell?!" I ask at the top of my lungs.

A human cluster has formed at the bottom of our building. I see many young women, most of them dressed in black and crying bitterly. If I couldn't read their signs, I would think they were going to a funeral service.

"What do they say?!" my voice squeaks in a very high octave.

'Human leech' I read in horror.

'Minho is a flame

You are a shame!'

'Fridays For Future'

Okay I like the last sign a lot. But a young lady is already telling her climate activist friend about it and immediately I can read the other side of the sign as she turns it around now.

'I want Taemin

To be Taemout!'

Actually a funny play on words, if it didn't mean me.

Besides the angry women, I also see cameramen, sound people and reporters.

"What's all this?" I want to know and turn to my fellows.

"Guess you're famous now." Kai holds out his mobile phone to me.

"I'm sorry..." I hear him say in the distance.

I don't need to know the name of the site to know that the 'Sleepless in Seoul' is writing about me.

My breathing quickens with each word I read.

'Prince Choi Minho rescues poor Cinderella' is chosen as the headline in thick black letters.

I have to swallow.

As I scroll down and read the article I see pictures of Minho and me from our short holiday. These are actually beautiful pict