I am in Korea and don’t know how.  I don’t remember flying here, nor do I even have a passport.  I hate when stuff like this happens, my overactive imagination and all.  I sat up and looked around.  I was in Seoul, South Korea, and people were staring at me, the foreigner on the ground.

            I stood up quickly and looked around.  What to do now?  I don’t have any money, I don’t speak fluent Korean, and I have no phone.  I sigh and put my hands in my pockets.  I felt paper and pulled out a bunch won.  My back pocket felt bulgy and I took out a cell phone.  I opened it to see texts written in Korean, and I could understand each and every one of them.  I’m not quite sure if I am enjoying this or not.

            I heard someone called my name.  I started walking away from the sound, frightened.  I never had friends, and even in dreams the only people I talked to were my fish and stick figures in my math notebook.  They said my name again.  I turned to see Kevin Woo looking at me worriedly.

“Marlee, I left you there to stand while I checked to see if the restaurant was open, are you okay?” the idol pressed a hand against my forehead, checking my temperature.

“I’m absolutely fine now,” I told him.  I jumped.  I scared myself.  My Korean was as good as his.  He reached out and took my hand.

“Let’s go eat, I’m starving!  Then we have to practice for the performance tomorrow, remember?” he smiled and I felt my stomach flip.  Performance?  Where the hell was I?  Well, I mean, am I dreaming or not, it’s pretty obvious I’m in Korea, even an idiot could figure it out.

            So we went out to eat.  I had to take off my sneakers before entering the restaurant, and I felt really childish in my neon polka dot socks with giraffes.  Kevin just chuckled when he saw them.

“Cute socks for a cute girl,” he said with a wink as the waitress led us to our table.  No one had ever said that to me, and I kind of wanted to puke.  How cheesy was that?  I really hope I am in a dream, if the real Kevin Woo ever said that to me on a date I’d laugh and then slap him.

            We ate awesome Korean food and then when we left the restaurant it was night.  Odd, because it was just morning when I woke up.

“I guess no practice tonight, let’s go,” he said, leading me to his apartment.

            After we got situated there, I was creeped out to see my toothbrush, retainer, and pajamas already there.  Apparently we had been living together or something, but I didn’t want to ask and sound stupid, though in real life I would have been like ‘Woah!  Back off man!  I’m not yours!’

            Kevin was in bed so I headed to the living couch, thinking I slept there.  Apparently not.  He called my name and patted the space beside him.  My fangirl part took over and I headed over the bed.  He fell asleep instantly, arm draped over my side as I just lay there frozen.  I don’t remember a night being so long in my entire life.

            The next day I woke up and Kevin was making pancakes.  We ate and then left for the performance.  Apparently it was a new they were doing, and I had a part in it.  I figured if all this stuff was happening, I would just remember my part when I got on stage.

            We got dressed.  It was weird, Kevin and I were in the same clothes.  I just shrugged it off.  We walked on stage and danced.  I knew the routine and looked around for Kevin.  He wasn’t there.  Suddenly I was on the front of stage and singing.  I scared myself and looked down.  My chest was flat and my hair was short.  Holy Shisus!  I was Kevin!

Okay, yeah, I didn’t know how to end it lol XD