The next morning I am making breakfast while my husband is in the shower. I enjoy the smell of coffee and smile when I hear Yongguk sing along with the radio. I am so happy with him. The bell rings, and I frown. It is only six thirty, too early for anyone to bring a visit. Maybe it's the mailman... I turn down the stove and wipe my hands with a towel before I go to the hallway. A quick check in the mirror tells me my morning hair is not looking that bad, so I decide to just open the door. In front of me, there are four teenage girls, and as soon as they see my face, they start screaming.

"Yah! That's her!"

"OMO!"

"Die, !" I am utterly shocked by their words, especially when they decide to put them to actions. One of them pulls my hair, another tries to punch me and I feel my legs getting kicked.

"Yah, are you crazy, stop it!" I yell at them, trying to defend myself. I can't let them enter the house, not when Yongguk is home, they would disturb him at a place that should be a safe home for relaxing. 

"You don't deserve Oppa!"

"You are ugly!"

"And fat!"

"Oppa could do way better!" I know I shouldn't listen, but their words hurt me as much as the punching and scratches I am receiving. I don't know how much longer I will be able to keep them away from entering, and I can feel tears burning in my eyes.

"WHAT THE IS GOING ON HERE?!" Yongguk is furious as he pulls me away from the girls, his arms pr