Why does he have the exact same design as the shirt I bought Jaeki? The same huge size as we;; Do they work in the same company? Did they actually mistake my care package for Yuu's fanmail? But I clearly addressed it to Jaeki! Did I make a mistake writing his name in Korean? Did that fat nerd happened to be a Yuu fan and re-gifted the shirt? He did have Yuu as his display picture that one time...
I must have been too busy trying to reason with myself, because I did not realise Yuu walking towards me, against waves and waves of incoming fans. I froze. I stood head-to-head with Yuu of H.M.Y. He was a head taller than me, and had to peer down in order to actually maintain eye contact. The fans around me also froze in silence, their gaze wasn't one of curiosity that Yuu had, but glares with malicious intent.
"Are you Cana?" His English was perfect. Those glares from the crowd burning onto my back. I want to yell out loud to everyone that I did not know Yuu personally, he was just another idol and I another fan. Instead, "Mmrfeah..." was what came out of my mouth, he let out a chuckle. Yuu of H.M.Y chuckled at me, I have made a fool of myself in the most unsuitable situation imaginable.
Perhaps I should definitely have been more mentally prepared before I came here because the next thing I knew Yuu had pulled me inside the car and shut the door.
I was too shocked to speak, I sat stiffly with my hands folded nervously across my lap as he studied me with those darn attractive light-brown eyes of his. Screams of outrage can be heard outside and the management team had to restrain the crowd, the shouts were muffled, but nevertheless loud.
"Thanks for the stuff," Yuu broke the silence "The shirt is slightly too big though..." Slightly too big? I winced. It was ten times his size! Why would you even wear something unflattering like that?
"You look prettier in real life, me thinks, maybe you just suck at being photogenic." Yuu continued and I was left more confused than ever. My brain desperately tried to connect the dots but I was so starstruck none of my body parts functioned properly. It was Jaeki's gift, yet YUU is thanking me. The puzzle pieces all fit together, but a part of me screamed at how unrealistic everything is.
Something beeped, Yuu brought out his phone, he spoke Korean phrases I didn't understand, before hanging up.
"I've got a photoshoot to go to." He announced, "I promise to explain everything later. Stay in the car until the crowd has been dissipated, I suppose it would be a dangerous prospect to venture out after everything."
'Dangerous', was an understatement. I prayed to God that nobody got a good look at my face, I have the least impressionable appearance anyway. I reassured myself. I took some time to process my situation, it was lonely, and definitely stuffy to be alone in a van on a hot summer's day. Luckily for me the crowd left very soon, seeing that the actual photoshoot was elusive. I quietly slipped out of the car, the remaining management team who watched me fix my hair and bag in amusement.
"It's not what you think!" I felt compelled to say it, one of them, a middle-aged lady laughed.
"I know," she smiled "He wanted you to leave your mobile number with me, he said he'll call you as soon as this ends." She held out a phone, I immediately recognised it as Yuu's phone, she gestured for me me to input my number.
The whole thing was very suspicious, but hey, he was an amazing Kpop idol, I was his big fan, what do I have to lose? I typed the familiar number onto the keypad and pressed 'save'.
