Chanyeol:

Private car, plane, train, taxi, and I am finally in the lobby of my apartment building. What a journey! I didn't sleep at all on the flight, unable to stop my mind from racing, from jumping to one conclusion to another, and then to the next and on and on. I am barely able to think, though, once I'm in the elevator, I sling my bag more securely over my shoulder, and put down my precious, precious guitar.

My eyes are bleary and I have to stifle a yawn as I press the UP button on the elevator while simultaneously fumbling with the key card to the top floor penthouse in my jacket pocket, all the while trying to stay upright and keep my eyes open. I scan my card once the elevator finally comes to a halt.

I just began leasing this place 3 months ago, it came pre-designed with sleek, modern furniture that put style above comfort, but as I sat on the long, black leather sofa that dominated the living room, I sighed as if it was the most comfortable thing I had ever sat on, falling to a lying position.

I unceremoniously lay my bags wherever they happened to land when I get inside, and it's only minutes before I'm fast asleep, my duffle bag acting as a makeshift pillow on the world's most amazing couch.