"Look! Wufan's just outside the building. All you have to do is go there, grab his arm and pull him inside. And when he looks at you, smile!"

"That's it?" asked Yixing as he grasped the windowsill and peered out, catching sight of a certain blonde trying to pass their squealing fangirls in order to enter their apartment building.

"That's it. That's all you have to do."

"But, I always do that..."

"No, what you do is use him as your personal shield when you get overwhelmed by crowds, and then smile like a little kid going to the dentist"

"Oh... OK. I'll do it." Taking a deep breath, the Chinese guitarist approached the front door, leaving the other two to watch everything from above.

What Luhan nor Jongin didn't expect was seeing his adorable yet oblivious friend instantly get mobbed by hoards of giggling and blushing fangirls who began taking blinding pictures of their dear friend.

"Did he just...?"

"Oh yeah."

"Remind me to stamp a little post-it on his forehead reminding him to put some pants on before going out of the apartment."

"Well...at least he's wearing y boxers!"

"Shut up, Jongin."




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