The five members of DBSK were all laughing and joking with each other and didn't notice me even if I was standing right there in the middle of the room. They were too busy goofing around and having fun. If I wasn’t in a dreary situation right now, I would totally be gushing at their interaction with each other.

However, dreary as my situation might be, I still can’t help but stare at their beauty. I suppose one can never help but appreciate their beauty, no matter what situation they are in.

They were all sweating a lot (though this might make them even more appealing for some) and looking quite wiped out, though. Their clothes also looked quite familiar to me for some reason.

As I stood there, gaping and wondering if I was dreaming, Yoochun finally spotted me.

He glared at me and demanded quite harshly, “What are you doing here?” (A/N: lines of characters in italics are said in Korean.)

This led to the attention of the other four to be focused on me as well. They all stared at me for a moment. I could only stare at Yoochun, though, as I couldn't understand what he said. Judging from his tone, though, he wasn’t quite pleased to see me. Not that that’s really surprising.

“Oh man, not again!” Changmin groaned, slapping his forehead. “I don’t get how these crazy fans keep getting into our rooms!”

“Um, what?” I said blankly. "I can't understand what you're saying."

“Oh, great. This one can’t even understand Korean. Even better,” Junsu said a bit sarcastically. Then he turned to me and said, “Changmin just called you as another crazy fan who breaks into our privacy.”

At being called a ‘crazy fan’, I snapped out of the rest of my trance. “Excuse me?” I said incredulously. Then, I added indignantly, “I am not a crazy fan!”

I mean, I'm a fan of theirs, of course, but I am so not one of those that could be described as a ‘crazy fan’.

“Breaking into our dressing room proves otherwise,” Jaejoong said coldly, staring at me. I was more than a bit intimidated at once.

“Call for security,” Yunho instructed Yoochun, going into leader mode.

“Hey, wait! No!” I cried immediately. I had no idea what was happening or how I even ended up in this situation, but I knew that security being involved would only make things much worse for me.

“And you say you’re not a crazy fan,” Changmin scoffed.

“I’m not!” I insisted, scowling at Changmin. “I don’t even know how I got here!”

They all looked at me disbelievingly. Again, I can’t blame them.

Then I added quite uncertainly, “Umm… and where exactly is ‘here’, again?”

“She’s not just a ‘crazy fan’,” Changmin said, turning to Yunho. “She’s really like crazy as in ‘insane crazy’!"

I narrowed my eyes at Changmin, more than sure than what he said was again not very complimentary.

“To answer your question, though,” Junsu butted in, smirking, “You’re in our dressing room, as Jaejoong hyung already mentioned.”

“Yes