"We're here, Miss." Um…where? I opened my eyes dazedly. Plane seat, window…I suddenly remembered where I was and what I was doing. I was going for a week's vacation in Korea, then back home and my depressing school life. It was the first time I had been here after moving to the U.S. for ten years. I never even thought of coming back to Korea, ever since I left halfway through first grade. Still, the thought of seeing my friends again cheered me up- I smiled, imagining how they'd murder me if I didn't bring back any souvenirs.
After what seemed hours, I squeezed through the wide airport hallway after an excruciatingly long line at customs, and a huge crowd of people at baggage claim, trying to spot the sign of the tour bus that was supposed to pick me up. I could see hardly anything through the sea of people. What was going on? Were airport exits usually this crowded? A small group of madly giggling girls pushed past me, and I stared dumbfoundedly. "What's going on?" I asked them. "Hmm," they laughed, pointing in the other direction. "Go on over there and see…"
What the…? I turned around, pushing past even more people. I squeezed through a particularly loud mob, and then, I saw them. The five of them were standing there, talking, smiling, and waving. I couldn't help myself. To see SHINee in person on my first day of vacation! I smacked myself in the head to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Ouch. Without thinking, I rushed forward. "Hi!" I said, trying not to sound too crazy. Onew was the first to turn around. "Hello, um-"One of the police officers standing next to them grabbed my arm and started pulling me away. Not that I was surprised, however, just- "Stop that, Dae-hyun," Key said, coming over. "She's just a harmless fan, right?" "Sure," I nodded, blushing. At least they haven't seen me at their concerts, every time I see Taemin I like, spazz out and- "Really?" Taemin said, going over to stand next to Key. Perfect timing to answer my thoughts. Jonghyun went over and started pulling them away. "Hyung, we need to go now." He turned to me. "Sorry…" They shrugged and started going. "Taemin-gun!" I said, grabbing his wrist suddenly. He stared. I let go abruptly, conscious only of the look in his eyes. "Did you need something?" he asked. I took a small envelope from my carry-on purse. "Would you please take this?" He nodded, taking it out of my hands. "Sure. Anyway, um, bye." And just like that, they were gone. I looked around then. My first day home might not be so bad after all…