Living With Seventeen

13

JI EUN

"Eomma, I'm coming home with the members and a special person! Will you be able to cook for us? I can help once we get there." Seungkwan asked his mom excitedly through the phone.

"Ne, fourteen people. Staff will get their own food. We're going to be filming."

"Manager-nim? Where are we going to stay?" He asked.

"Your mother didn't tell you yet...?"

"EOMMA, YOU'RE LETTING US STAY WITH YOU?" He half yelled.

"Ah, ne. Ne. Arasseo, saranghae eomma! Annyeong!" Seungkwan put his phone away.

I giggled at the sight of twelve hyper boys, the other was relaxing.

Seungkwan and Vernon were doing their own things, as was Minghao and Jun. Joshua was the one relaxing, reading a book. The other eight were playing an intense game of soccer.

"Alright, has everyone finished packing?" Their manager asked.

A chorus of 'ne's went around.

"Then let's go. We're catching the next flight to Jeju."

While we were leaving the parking lot of the house, there came bickering from the eight boys playing soccer.

"Our team won!" Yelled a frustrated Mingyu.

"No, our team won!" Woozi yelled back.

I raised my eyebrow. "Was anyone even keeping track of points?"

The players look at me as if I came from another planet.

"No..." They chorused and looked away.

"So I thought." I mumbled.

The drive to the airport was very quiet. People were sleeping or on their phone, otherwise whispering amongst themselves.

"We're at the airport. Everyone have a safe trip!" The driver said.

Members were being jolted awake, while others unloaded the mini bus.

As soon as we entered the rather small building, we were handed our flight tickets by Seungkwan.

They were filming. I was told to stay behind cameras, considering it was a SEVENTEEN reality show.

"Ok! Next will be a self-camera. Everyone take a camera!" The producer held out a bucket filled with small vlogging cameras.

Mingyu dropped his camera. Twice. The first time was a few minutes after they got cameras. The other was when he was actually doing a self camera while boarding the plane.

Once we all boarded, though Jun and The8 were having troubles with their passports, everyone started doing a self camera.

I was sitting between Seungcheol and Woozi, no need to explain.

Seungcheol finished his self camera and tucked it away for Woozi to start his.

"Annyeonghaseyo, Woozi ibnida!" He greeted and clapped.

I kept my head down, eyes on a book I borrowed from Wonwoo, to keep myself out of the video.

"We're on our way to Jeju island, Seungkwan's home. "

"Uhh, all the members are spread out on the airplane, so I can't really take shots of them, but here's Seungcheol hyung."

From the corner of my eye, I see Woozi turning the camera towards Seungcheol swiftly. He shifted himself too to cover me in the video.

"Ne, he's sleeping."

"Anyways, I hope this trip will be fun. Fighting."

Woozi ended the video.

"I'm sure your staff would kill you if even my feet were in the video." I said.

"Don't worry, I'm sure fans wouldn't care that a trainee's with idols. Isn't that how this industry works?" He smiled.

Recalling the article, I sigh. "Not really." I mumble.

"What? How?" Woozi turned to me, confused.

"Nothing."

Woozi didn't seem to mind that I didn't give a real answer, seeing as he was tired.

Both Woozi and I were falling asleep, my head resting on his shoulder, and his head on mine.

"We're talking about this sooner or later." He said softly.

I hum in reply. I thought that maybe he wouldn't want a reason at all.

I didn't know what I would tell Woozi, but I knew I had to lie about it. Knowing him, he would probably lash out on his fans, and I didn't want that.