My eyes moved upwards slowly. Just a little bit more, I’ll know whose hands these are.

 

            My stare was caught by familiar eyes and face. It was looking at me too, maybe, it’s wondering what I was thinking. It stared right through me, eyes wide in curiosity.

 

            My eyes got wider, too, when I realized to whom I was looking intently at. Blood rushed into my face, how did this happen to me?

 

            He poked my chin. “Goaen chanh-a?”

 

 

 

~Ki-bum’s P.O.V. ~

 

            “What happened, hyung?” I asked as Lee-teuk went into the room, panting.

 

            “Clean everything up!” he ordered. We looked at him in confusion.

 

            “Wae?” Dong-hae asked.

 

            “Our manager is coming.”

 

            “WAE?”

 

            “I told him about Yuna. Well, I can’t keep secrets, right?”

 

            I sighed, just as expected from our Umma Teukie. “Okay, let’s start cleaning our mess up. I’ll tell Yuna what happened.”

 

            I turned to face Yuna at my back, but found no one there except my other hyung’s.

 

            “Goaen chanh-a?” I heard someone ask from the kitchen.

 

            I went in there without thinking.

 

            What happened now?

 

            I saw Kyu-hyun poking Yuna’s cheek, while Yuna’s face is turning red. “Hyung! Yuna froze.” He announced.

 

            “What happened?” I pulled Yuna and found her eyes unfocused. “Yuna, snap out of it.” I ordered.

 

            “Ki-bum oppa?” she answered. Relief flooded through me.

 

            “Are you okay?”

 

            “Yeah.”

 

            I let her stand up properly and motioned Kyu-hyun to get out. He shook his head and started cleaning the dishes. Aish, this kid. I pulled Yuna out of the kitchen instead. We head to Kyu-hyun’s room and sat there.

 

            “Our manager is coming here tonight.” I tried to say it calmly but my tension is all bursting out.

 

            We all know what’s about to happen. She’s going to be kicked out of here, and I don’t want that. Our manager is so overprotective; he thought all of our fans will do everything to be close to us, which is good in a way and bad in another. He feels our lives would be at stake if we let any of them gets too close to us.

 

            We know it’s too much, but we also know he’s just too worried for our safety. And I absolutely know that he won’t approve of having a stranger foreigner here at our dorm.

 

            “What should I do?” Yuna asked suddenly, cutting my visions of what’s about to happen.

 

            “We’ll face him. You just have to be strong. Okay?”

 

            “Yeah.” She answered unsurely.

 

            “I’ll protect you, I promise.” I swear, putting my hand up, like surrendering, and then putting it on my chest.

 

            She smiled.

 

~Yuna’s P.O.V. ~

 

            “I’ll protect you, I promise.” He said as he raised his hand up and put it in his chest, in front of his heart.

 

            I smiled.

 

            Ki-bum oppa will protect me and I’ll be fine. I trust him because he promised it. I just have to believe in him and on the other members doing something downstairs.

 

            “Clean up.” He ordered, after a while.

 

            I quickly stood up and went towards the bathroom.

 

            “Yuna—” he called. I turned around and saw him smiling. “You trust us, right?” he continued.

 

            I smiled again, “Yes. I trust all of you.”

 

            He left after that. And I started to clean myself up for the incoming visitor. I need to be presentable, neat and clean. I need to do this because they believe in me as well as I believe in them. Especially Ki-bum oppa. I must not let them down.

 

 

 

            “Annyeonghaseyo!” I heard them greet in chorus downstairs.

 

            So the visitor arrived. I looked at the mirror again and tried to give out my best smile. I’ve been walking in circles here in the room. They said they’ll call me if my presence is needed downstairs.

 

            “We’ll take care of it.” I still remember what Ki-bum said a while ago.

 

            I listened harder at the ongoing conversation. I can’t understand it, naturally, but I still need to listen. I can’t count how many times they’ve said my name, maybe an argument is on going.

 

            “Yuna...” a voice called from outside the door. I quickly opened it. “You’re needed downstairs.” Ki-bum finished as I’ve opened the door.

 

            “Okay.” I sighed. Confrontation time.

 

            Everybody is looking at me when I went down with Ki-bum. The guys have this relaxed expression, while this new face, which I think is the manager they’ve been telling me, is all stressed out.

 

            “It’s fine.” Ki-bum whispered on my ear as he sat me down on the chair opposite to their manager. The other members were standing on the side. I looked at their faces, and saw the encouragement they’re all producing. I smiled back at them and then I faced the current situation with confidence.

 

            They started to converse again. I’m mute at my chair, but seeing how everybody is answering at every word this guy in front of me is saying, I can’t back down.

 

            Finally, after a few more minutes of arguing, Ki-bum tapped my shoulder and said “She’ll stay with us.” The other members nodded in agreement. I looked at the manager who, I think, is about to lose his patience.

 

            “Miss.” He called me. “We’ll have a contract.” He announced.

 

            Everybody is confused, including me.

 

            “What contract?” I asked back. I looked at the members and saw them looking at Ki-bum who is translating the on going conversation between me and their manager.

 

            “You’re allowed to stay here for now. But this should remain as a secret from the outside world. No one must know that a foreigner girl is living with these guys.”

 

            “Okay.”

 

            “We’ll try to find you an apartment, too. So that you can move out—”

 

            “NO! She’ll stay here for three months!” Ki-bum in suddenly, enraged. “It’s our fault. We’re the ones who caused her these misfortunes, so we’ll stand responsible for her.”

 

            They started to talk again in Korean language. I bowed my head while listening to their quarrel. I feel like crying at what Ki-bum had said, but I pushed back my tears. It’s not the time for crying Yuna. I convinced myself.

 

            “Arasso.” Their manager said. I raised my head and saw their relieved faces. So it has been decided?

 

            The manager started to leave and threw a trusting look at me. “Take care of these boys, and their public images.” Were his last words to me. I nodded.

 

            I went back to the living room and saw them laughing. “What?” I asked as I squeezed in myself between Lee-teuk and Hee-chul.

 

            “You’re living with us for the next three months.” Ki-bum said, and then they all clapped their hands. Hee-chul started hugging me. I just laughed.

 

            “Kamsahamnida.” I replied to their cheers.

 

            “You’re allowed to stay here at our dorm, but you have to sign this contract the manager made a while ago.” Ki-bum said as Lee-teuk handed me the paper.

 

            I took it from Lee-teuk’s hand and started to read it.

 

            “WHAT?”