"Hey, duizhang, what are you looking at?"

Kris stared at the three envelopes in his shaking hand. EXO had just returned from their endless promotion schedules for the day and it was way past midnight. The next day would repeat all over again, but in China.  Before, staying up so late would wear him down, but after staying up so late and waking up so early for these past five years it had become just a part of his life.

"Hey, Yixing...just some fanmail. There's several here from Canada, so it's nice to reminisce..."

The dancer's eyebrows rose and he took a seat on the leader's bed while the latter sat on the desk. "Canada, huh? I bet you miss it a lot. Do you remember what it's like?"

Kris frowned and shook his head. "I really don't, to be honest. It's been so long. It's...nice reading these letters though. They help me remember a little."

Yixing just laughed and fell back on to the mattress. "And they say I have terrible memory. I still have single smell and sound from Changsha." Rolling off the bed, Yixing stood up and placed a hand on Kris' shoulder. "See you, later, duizhang. Practice in half an hour."

They waved good bye