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Hotel room, my , I snorted to myself, looking around. The more appropriate name for a place like this would be more of a ‘hotel suite’.

I was standing in the middle of a big room that had a living area with a complete entertainment system, a posh-looking dining area, and a very modern and stylish kitchen. Three doors at the back led to what would be their actual rooms.

“Make yourself at home,” Yunho said to me, smiling in amusement at the awed look on my face, as he and the other boys just dumped their stuff on the floor by the door.

Boys, I thought, smiling, as I plopped down on an armchair. It doesn’t matter whether they’re the ordinary next-door-neighbor types or famous idols, it’s like it is dictated in the Y chromosome that they have to be messy somehow.

The boys sat themselves around me. Junsu and Yoochun sat together in a two-seater sofa, and Jaejoong, Changmin, and Yunho sat on the bigger sofa next to theirs. I smirked at how they were so used to their positions that they seem to follow that order automatically and unconsciously.

“So?” Yoochun prompted me, looking questioningly, as he made himself comfortable in his seat.

I realized how everyone was looking at me with full concentration again. I fidgeted in my seat, feeling like I was facing a serious inquisition.

“Er, I don’t really know where and how to start explaining,” I admitted with a sigh after a few seconds' pause. “Like I told you, I’m really confused as to how I got here in the first place.”

“Why don’t you tell us about what happened to you before you found yourself in our dressing room?” Yunho suggested.

“Oh, well, that’s easy enough,” I said. “I was in my dormitory room, in my university’s campus. I was looking through my mountains of papers for the reading I needed to bring to my next class. When I found it, I rushed out the door to run for my classroom.” I paused for a bit, before continuing with hesitancy and uncertainty clear in my voice, “I was in the hallway when a small piece of paper fell from the stack I was holding.”

“A small piece of paper?” Jaejoong repeated, raising an eyebrow. It was clear to them from the way I talked about this piece of paper that it was an important part of the story. “What exactly was this piece of paper?”

“I’m not really sure,” I said honestly. “I’d never seen it before, and so I really have no idea where it came from and how it happened to get mixed with my stuff. I picked it up and it had a… a riddle of sorts written on it.”

“What riddle?” Yunho asked, frowning.

“Uhm… it said something like,” I closed my eyes, thinking hard to remember the exact lines. “It said, ‘Never give up on the separation/Which has pained more than one nation/For even in all the loss and despair/You still have another chance to repair’”

Five pairs of eyebrows raised at the same time, and the boys all said together blankly, “What?”

I smirked a bit, “That was kind of also my reaction when I first read it.”

“You seem to remember it quite easily,” Changmin observed, looking at me curiously. In fact, the other four boys were all looking at me the same way.

“I’m good at remembering things I read, I guess,” I shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s a good thing I have a knack for it though, otherwise I wouldn’t survive in my course. I wasn’t exaggerating when I mentioned the mountains of papers I had. Quite often, I have to be able to remember what I read, where I read it, who wrote it, what it meant, what class it is for, and of course, to not mix them all up, while I’m at it. That’s also how I knew that piece of paper wasn’t mine; I know every sheet of the readings I own.”

“That’s a good point, I guess,” Yunho said thoughtfully. Then, after a bit, he said more seriously, “So what happened next?”

I paused, thinking if I should already mention the Cassiopeia constellation and the ‘Always Keep the Faith’ that were on the other side of the paper.

I decided against it for now. I’m still not sure of the exact situation I was in, of the exact situation the boys were currently in. I decided to find out first what exactly was happening in this time before deciding on any course of action.

“Well, this is where it’s going to start getting weird,” I began slowly.

“You mean finding that piece of paper and the writing that was on it wasn’t weird yet?” Junsu asked, not seeing how the situation could get any weirder than it already was.

“Well it’s going to get a lot weirder than it already is, anyway,” I amended. “Uhm… the paper… well, it- it glowed red.”

Actually, it was more of the constellation and the slogan that glowed red, but whatever… It was the closest thing to the truth that I can say for now.

“It what?” Yoochun asked flatly, after a moment of silence.

“It glowed red,” I repeated, sighing. “Then it started to glow more brightly, until all I could see was red light… And when the light finally faded… well, I was already in your dressing room.”

They were all staring at me again.

Seriously, they seem to be doing that a lot since I’ve met them, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.

Anyway, their faces were blank and expressionless, though. I couldn’t tell what was going on in their minds. If they think I’m crazy, or if they believe me, or if they think I’m crazy, or if they don’t believe me, or if they think I’m crazy. Did I mention 'if they think I’m crazy'?

After a long period of complete silence, I took a deep breath and spoke again.

“Look, I told you guys that it was weird and that I don’t know how to explain it myself. You asked me to tell you what happened to me before I got here, so that’s just what I did. Don’t make me explain about that red light or how exactly I got here, though; I’m just as clueless as you are when it comes to that part,” I said, beginning in a very serious tone, but ending wearily.

And I really was weary about the whole situation. I rubbed my face and massaged my temples tiredly.

My little speech seemed to unfreeze the boys though, their faces no longer resembling the stony and blank faces of statues.

Yunho let out a breath and made to say something, but Yoochun beat him to speaking.

“We’re sorry,” he said, in a tone so sincere that I was really surprised. I knew his initial distrust of me had already vanished earlier, but I didn’t think he would be this sympathetic and kind to me so soon afterwards.

“We don’t mean to seem so unsatisfied and disbelieving of your explanation,” Yoochun continued on gently. “It’s just that- well, we don’t really know how to react to wh