I also became utterly addicted to H.M.Y and their music. They recently released their second EP 'Heartfelt' and I bought the album as soon as it was available for pre-order online.
"No way! H.M.Y is coming here? To Australia?" I typed with excitement.
"That's what I've heard." Jaeki replied "Apparently, they're doing a photoshoot at Bondi Beach for their next single!" I gaped, nobody cares about Australia, it was almost hard to believe... almost.
"Those guys are releasing songs like crazy," I mused "Poor things, no breaks at all."
"You'll be surprised, even amidst their hectic schedule an idol can still find time for hobbies and friends." he replied. I think about how I totally ship KyuMin, and smirk. I have yet to determine who I will pair together in H.M.Y, maybe Ming and Yuu... we'll see.
"If you have any details regarding to how I can go see them, will you let me know?" I ask. "I'll um... pay you back?
"You don't have to," he replied, I beamed, but my smile immediately dropped at Jaeki's next comment: "You're a hobo anyway."
Goddammit Jaeki.
...
I was at the department store, looking for suitable gifts to send in a care package I decided to whip up to thank Jaeki for the photobook he'd gotten for me. I remember him demanding for me to pay him back when I first thanked him, but after that he never mentioned it, nor did he provide his bank account for me to transfer the money to him. I work a part-time job at a local convenience store, it wasn't like I was financially incapable to pay the guy.
What would a fat nerd like beside food? I had already packed ten packets of different flavoured TimTams and twenty chocolate bars. Should I include a jar of obligatory Vegemite? My eyes fell on a large 'SALE' sign in front of a men's clothing store, they lit up immediately. I went ahead and picked out a large-sized (for all his fatty goodness), olive-green coloured T-shirt. The design, or lack thereof had been plain but I really liked the material and cut. It was 50% off too, a bargain.
Jaeki had been extremely suspicious when I asked him for his PO Box, but I think he knew what my intentions were.
I couldn't wait to see that fatty's reaction to me being so kind and generous.
...
Three weeks later, I had a feeling that Jaeki never received his care package, because he never mentioned it nor thanked me for it. It must have gotten lost halfway. If he worked in the industry, perhaps management had mistaken it for fanmail? If so, I hope a Kpop idol wouldn't feel insulted by that package because I didn't include a note whatsoever, I only addressed the box to 'Lee Jae Ki'.
Maybe he really was a douche, so douchey he wasn't capable of thanking people.
Incidentally, Jaeki informed me about the details of H.M.Y's visit to Australia. To be honest, I was so wrapped up in packing his gift I had completely forgotten about H.M.Y's impending trip.
We get to meet the members at the location before the actual photoshoot, but I couldn't disclose this information to anyone because it is highly exclusive and secretive to prevent fangirl interference. I suppose the people present would probably be staff and people with connections to the industry. I almost felt bad Jaeki had to leak this information to me, but nevertheless I was thankful to him, once again.
Today will be the day I finally meet the famous H.M.Y in person. I prepared my fangirl kit. A full bottle of water to quench my thirst after screaming heaps; a fully-charged camera to take photos, because the quality of my phone's camera just isn't on par with my DSLR. Above all a Sharpie and H.M.Y's latest album in the hopes of being able to obtain a signature.
Arriving at the designated parking lot near the beach I wasn't surprised to be greeted with a ton of fangirls. I couldn't help but feel iffy, did people like Jaeki tell them about this? At least it wasn't as bad as Super Junior's meet-and-greet last year, because a few hundred people had arrived on the scene back then and I couldn't even reach halfway before the queues were dismissed as the event had been over.
It seems that the crew were prepared for the oncoming barrage of fans, because the parking area had already been planned out with caution tapes and traffic cones. Despite my slightly late arrival (an hour before the photoshoot, I planned on being at least two hours early) I was able to secure myself a spot behind the makeshift railing near the place the bandwagon was supposed to be parking.
I heard a scream, followed by a chorus of several other screams; had they arrived? A four-wheel drive with suspicious tinted window screens turned into the parking lot and parked right adjacent to the taped-off areas. I was ready to be run over, trampled on and made into pudding when everyone around me ran towards the vehicle and followed it. We made a giant crowd around the car.
The screaming had reached its peak as the car door slid open, out stepped Ming who instantly greeted the many cameras with a cheerful smile. For around fifty fangirls I was surprised that the screaming could be this loud. Personally I had been too shocked to make any noise.
Hack followed his fellow member, he simply made a peace-sign but it still erupted a loud cheer from the crowd. I wasn't too interested in either of them, because my bias is Yuu. I watched Hack and Ming greet their fans in fluent English, any moment now...
Finally, a pair of lean legs dressed casually in basketball shoes and torn jeans stepped out. The crowd went wild, because there he was, as stunning as ever. His eyes were hidden behind his oversized sunglasses, his expression unreadable. His lips curled into a small, lop-sided grin as he nodded courteously at his fans. I couldn't register what was happening around me because all of a sudden the crowd surged forward, past me and some of the girls tried to throw themselves onto Yuu, before they were told to stand back by who appears to be the manager.
I realised that I was still in a trance, so I quickly pushed my way through the crowd in order to catch another glimpse of him. He looked terribly warm underneath the hooded jacket that he wore. Most of us were in tanktops and shorts under the hot Australian sun. Luckily the guy found the sense to shed a layer of clothing, after he settled aside the gifts and flowers from his eager fans. He had to sign the most amount of CDs and posters, no wonder he's the Ace of H.M.Y!
As he finally shrugged off the jacket I saw what he wore underneath.
I could recognise that shade of green anywhere.
Above his designer shoes and jeans, Yuu of H.M.Y was wearing an oversized, unfitting, sparkling new olive-green T-shirt.
A/N: Cana lives in Australia, because the origin of this story is... well... complicated :P Plus they say you should write what you know, so yeah.
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