Junhyung’s POV

“YONG JUNHYUNG!” A voice boomed.

I looked up and saw Doojoon staring at me angrily.

“What?” I asked, unsure of his anger.

He pointed down at my arms. I quickly pretended nothing happened.

“Stop it please.” His voice softened as he sat down beside me.

“Sorry.” I pulled down my sleeves, covering the scratches.

“Have you packed?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Still thinking about it?” He asked, picking up my torn passport.

“The more I think about it, the angrier I get! That damn girl!” I clenched my fists tight.

“Haha! Come on, Junnie. Relax! It’s been what? Three days already! Let it go~” He smiled.

“Let it go!? Did you just ask me to let it go!? See! SEE WHAT SHE HAS DONE! YOU JUST TAKE A LOOK!” I pointed at the passport, torn passport to be exact.

“You must have angered her quite a bit for her to actually tear it up like this. Including leather, woah~” He looked closely at it.

I glared hard at him.

“Stop pouring fuel all over me!” I whined.

“I’m just stating the truth. I heard you weren’t the sweetest person on earth towards her.” He said.

“WOULD YOU BE SWEET TOWARDS SOMEONE WHO STOLE YOUR STUFF!?” I yelled.

He looked at me and smiled. He patted my chest, trying to calm me.

“Aigoo~ Junnie dear~ Don’t be angwee~ Pwease~” He stuck his face close to mine.

“EWWW GO AWAY!” I laughed, pushing him off, leaving him to kiss the carpeted ground.

“That was mean.” He mumbled as he pushed himself up.

I pulled him back up onto the bed. Just as I was about to say something, the phone rang. Doojoon literally rolled across the bed to answer it.

“Wello~” He sang.

Sometimes I ask myself, how is he the same person on stage?

“Alrighty~ We’ll be down soon~ Byello~” He slammed down the phone and grinned at me.

“What?” I asked.

“The others asked if we’re ready. They’re going out now.” He said.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Dinner, of course! And then walk around before we leave at dawn.” He said.

“Let me change.” I mumbled as I dug for my clothes.

“SHOULD I HELP YOU!?” He jumped out, grabbing my chest.

“GO AWAY AISH!!!” I laughed, pushing him away.

***

“Should we go shop the streets!?” Yoseob suggested as we stepped out of the noodle store.

“Erm… We have about… Five hours, do we, hyung?” Doojoon asked our manager.

“Yeap. Go and shop around, and then we’ll meet back here in four and a half hours, okay?” He asked.

“Hyung, you’re not coming?” Dongwoon asked our manager.

“No. I’m going to give you guys time on your own, but make sure you don’t get into trouble.” He said.

“Hyung just wants to go play on his own. So he is abandoning us.” Kikwang pouted.

“Yea, facing six of you 24 hours a day in Korea isn’t enough? Psh~ Give me a break.” He laughed.

“Awww hyung~~~” Yoseob whined.

“Alright, alright. We don’t have five years! Go on and have fun. Doojoon, …” Before he could finish, Doojoon spoke.

“You’re the leader and the eldest, so you’re in charge of your young ones. Especially Junhyung, don’t let him hurt himself. And Kikwang, for God’s sake, don’t lose that boy.” He imitated.

“Right?” He said, causing all of us to laugh.

“Go on!” Manager hyung pretended to kick us.

We shopped around as a group, looking at everything. Something at each store would be interesting to at least one of us, so we just kept stopping. While the rest were looking at the accessories at a particular store, I looked around at the people.

I watch friends fool around, couples showing affection openly, families shopping together. I miss all these. My life as a celebrity is desirable, but we lose stuff too, in fact, we lose a lot. But I am not complaining, I did it willingly, so I have nothing to say. But at times, I want to enjoy like this too.

I watch as two girls, really good friends I supposed, walk pass, sharing an ice cream. They were laughing and poking fun at each other. One of the girls had her hair tied up in a high bun, with a few strands of hair falling out. She tore up a piece of paper and threw it into the bin.

Her actions reminded me of the girl at the airport. The more I think about it, the angrier I felt. She had the same hair, and she tore my passport! What is her name again? Nara. Wait. WHY THE HELL AM I THINKING OF THAT IDIOT!? And why in the world am I remembering her name?!

“Junhyung!” Hyunseung shouted at me.

“Huh!? Oh..” I snapped out of my thoughts and ran towards him.

“Is something wrong? Why do you look so angry just now?” He asked.

I shook my head.

He grabbed my forearm and squeezed it.

“Ouch! What was that for!?” I hissed.

“A reminder to you that it hurts when you dig your nails into your skin.” He said, pulling up my sleeve.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, avoiding his disappointed gaze.

“Say it to yourself.” He said.

We continued shopping for a little more before heading back to the meeting point.

“I see you guys had fun without me?” Manager hyung teased us.

“No, hyung!!” Yoseob whined, doing what he does best; aegyo.

“Come on kids, let’s go.” Manager hyung laughed, gesturing us up into the van.

I lost myself as I stared out of the window. Why do I keep seeing girls with their hair tied up in a high bun? Why do I keep seeing them tear up stuff? The image of that stupid girl tearing up my passport kept replaying in my head like some spoilt player.

“Arghhhhhhhh~~” I dug my nails into my skin, feeling the pain, in hope to keep myself from flaring up.

“Junhyung what’s wrong!?” Doojoon shook me.

“Nothing.” I hissed.

“Stop it! Please! Stop!” He grabbed my hands tight.

“Calm down! Tell what what’s wrong!” Hyunseung rubbed my arm.

“Junnie! Please stop!” Yoseob pleaded.

“Hyung, please!” Dongwoon said.

“Jun hyung..” Kikwang mumbled.

Their voices kind of slapped me back into reality. I looked up at them. They were all looking worried, making me feel bad.

“It’s nothing.” I mumbled, forcing a smile.

“I just… Couldn’t get that damn scene out of my head.” I admitted.

“What scene?” Kikwang asked.

“The girl tearing up my passport.” I said softly.

“I thought I told you to let it go?” Doojoon said.

“I’M TRYING!!! BUT I KEEP SEEING GIRLS WITH THAT SAME HAIRSTYLE AS HERS! AND GOSH THEY KEEP TEARING UP STUFF!” I yelled, but they smiled.

“What? I’m serious! You see you see!! Another one!!!” I poked the window.

“But hyung! That’s a common hairstyle for girls!” Dongwoon laughed.

“I don’t like it!” I shouted.

Yoseob winded down the window.

“Yah Seobie ah.. What are you…” Before Doojoon could finish, we were all stunned by Yoseob’s action.

“YAH!!! YOU THERE!! THAT GIRL WITH THE HIGH BUN!!! LET YOUR HAIR DOWN NOW!!! MY HYUNG DOESN’T LIKE THIS HAIRSTYLE!!! IT MAKES HIM ANGRY!!! AND YAH! STOP TEARING UP THE PAPER!!!” He shouted.

“GET BACK IN, YOU CRAZY!” We pulled him back in.

“Hyung, are you feeling better?” Yoseob asked.

“Crazy.” I mumbled, but couldn’t help but smile.

“You guys should have seen her face! If not because the car is moving, I think I would have gotten kicked by her! And all you guys did is just laugh and ask me if I am crazy!?” Yoseob said.

“And I did it for you!” He slapped my thigh.

“Fine! Thank you!” I put my arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer.

“That sounds better.” He smiled.

We got back to the hotel. We packed our stuff and got ready to check out.

“Junnie~” Yoseob called out.

“Hmm?” I responded, not looking up as I was busy folding my clothes.

“I got you something.” He said.

“What?” I asked, looking at him.

He handed me a small paper bag. I looked inside and pulled out a plastic box.

“What’s this?” I asked, taking out the content from the plastic box.

“Passport cover?” I looked at him.

“I know yours is ripped, and this looks nothing like yours, but just use it first? And I’m sure this material wouldn’t be ripped easily.” He said.

I looked at the cover. I couldn’t help but laugh. This cover is no doubt chosen by Yoseob. It’s so him.

“Thank you, Seobie ah~ But… This design… I feel like five..” I mumbled.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“No no no no no! I love it. Just, wah~ it’s very unlike me. I’m the Joker, remember?” I tried to save myself.

“Psh~ Joker can use such stuff too!” He said.

“Sure sure. I’ll use it well. Thank you.” I smiled.

“Alright. Be quick! So slow!” He laughed as he went back to his stuff.

I smiled and looked at the passport cover. Canvas material with colourful helicopter print. Reminds me of a baby’s shirt. Photos of me holding onto this will be all over the Internet by tonight. Those girls are going to zoom in to my hand and then write weird captions. I’m going to have new nicknames by tomorrow. Yoseob, thank you, really.

***

“Feels good to be back in Korea!” Kikwang yelled the moment we got off the plane.

“Smell the fresh air!!!!” He breathed in.

The rest of us looked at each other and walked off, only Doojoon went back to him.

“Come. Let’s go.” Doojoon laughed, pulling Kikwang along.

“Did I say something wrong?” Kikwang asked.

“No no.” Doojoon smiled.

“He’s nutcase.” Dongwoon commented.

“I know right. What fresh air? We’re still in the airport. All I smell is the air condition.” Yoseob said.

We got our luggage and headed out to a sea of yelling girls. I clenched my fists as I remember what happened here just days ago. That stupid girl.

“Smile, or else, look down.” Doojoon whispered.

It took us long enough to get out of the airport. We all sighed and sank into our seats the moment we got into the van. All of us were quiet as we headed towards the dorm. I guess there is only two things that is going through our head now; shower and sleep.

“You guys head up, I’ll take your luggage.” Manager hyung said.

“No, it’s alright, hyung. We’ll help too.” We said as we opened the boot.

We were tired, but I guess our manager felt even more tired than we are. One person to six monkeys.

“Thanks.” He mumbled as we unloaded everything together.

“Okay, okay. Take whatever and head up first. I’ll park the van and then bring the rest up. Go on up and shower then rest yea. Is anyone hungry?” He asked.

We shook our heads and headed for the lift.

“Welcome home.” The guard smiled.

“Thank you.” We bowed as we passed him.

“Oh, you guys have a new neighbor. She seems like a nice girl thou.” He said.

“New neighbor?” Yoseob asked.

“Yeap.” He smiled.

“I hope it’s not some crazy fan girl.” I mumbled.

“Me too.” Hyunseung smiled.

We chatted as we waited for the lift.

“Why is it taking so long?” Doojoon asked.

“Precisely. And its like stuck at the same level forever.” Kikwang whined.

“It’s our level, isn’t it?” Yoseob said.

We looked up and yea, he was right.

“Is it spoilt?” I asked.

“I don’t think so.” Hyunseung mumbled.

“Let’s take the other… Forget it.” Dongwoon mumbled.

The other lift was under repair.

“Let’s take the stairs. We don’t have much to carry, we don’t live that high up. We can make it.” Doojoon suggested.

“Nooooooooo~~” I whined.

“Come on, Junhyung, be good.” He said.

“When I find out whom is that idiot holding onto the lift, I’m going to chop him/her!” I yelled.

“Alright, alright.” Doojoon put his arm around my shoulder, tugging me along as we headed for the stairs.

We had to walk up and drag the luggage as well.

“That inconsiderate idiot!” I yelled.

“I… agree..” Yoseob panted.

“Going to.. kill.. that fellow~ Arghhhh!!” I panted as I stomped up the stairs.

When we pushed open the staircase door, we were all panting, sweaty and just feeling very fed up. We looked at the lift, indeed, someone had been holding the lift with huge boxes, seems like someone is moving either in or out. The whole corridor was filled with boxes and many other stuff.

Our attention shifted towards the open door next to our dorm. Someone ran out.

“Omo! Did you all take the stairs? Am I blocking the way? I’m so sorry!” She apologized as she shoved her boxes aside, clearing the way for us to walk.

We looked up at the person. She had her hair tied up in a high bun. She is our new neighbor? The one the guard said to be a nice girl?

I clenched my fists tight. What have I done in my past life to deserve such punishment?!

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Moody Junhyung

 Junhyung's new passport cover hahahahaha XP

  Junhyung walking up the stairs