Please Smile (EXO Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twelve.

Hana recently called me and said I don’t have to attend practice tonight, which was relieving.  But to ease the boredom, I decided to watch movies.

            Luhan had to go back to practice right away, so I’m all by myself in this huge house.  While staring at the action-filled flat screen, I just realized that this is pretty much my first time ever being by myself in this house. 

               I would go on a jog, but I’m afraid of the media that could stalk me and take pictures.  If I collapse, who knows what could happen to me.  Staying in this house is too boring, too quiet.  A frown settled on my face and I glanced down at my phone, which at that moment said I received a text.  Surprised, I reached down for it and read that it was from Yixing.

            “I haven’t spoken to you in awhile.” I muttered while I unlocked it and went straight to my messages.  The corners of my lips curved into a smile as I read the text.

            Practice ended awhile ago and everyone fell asleep at  FanFan’s  house.  Can we hang out if you’re feeling well enough?

            To escape this hell?  Why not. I feel well enough, but aren’t you tired?

            We didn’t dance that much.  It was mainly singing.  So no, I’m not that tired but the others are.

            Oh okay.  Sure, let’s hang out.  I’m bored and lonely.

            I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes.  Is that enough time?

            It’s more than enough. See you ;)

            I leaped up from my spot on the couch and dragged my feet against the hard wood floors towards the staircase, and jumping over every other step upstairs.  Within seconds, I reached my room and barged into it.  I went towards my closet and opened it, grabbing a white long sleeve and a pair of leggings.  After stripping from my old clothes and putting those on, I pulled on some knee socks and went to my mirror to do my makeup.  I was horrified to see I had major eye bags under my eyes, so reluctantly I applied more makeup than I first insisted to do so.  I decided to leave my hair in its natural wave, so I checked the time to see that it only took me twenty or so minutes to get ready.  Pursing my lips, I applied Chap Stick and went to grab my coat, wallet, and phone. 

            Going back downstairs, I place my wallet and coat on the coach and headed towards the kitchen.  I made myself a glass of water and once I sat down, I went on Facebook, surprised to see pictures of Minri, Hyuna, and myself everywhere.  Most were good, some were derpy, and there were those with inspiring quotes on them.  They made me smile, and I continued to scroll through the posts, reading my distant families posts.  Even though I never talk to them, I’m friends with them on Facebook.  It’s good enough.

            I switched from Facebook to Instagram, and grinned at my fellow idols’ pictures.  I don’t follow many people, because I was told it’s forbidden to follow non-celebrities, sadly.  I saw I had quite a few notifications, a thousand plus.  A smile spread on my face as I pressed the icon and saw all the fans who liked my photos, and their comments.  Of course, there are way too many to read them all, but they were all nice.  Sure, there are those that are completely rude but—

            Ding dong.

            I locked my phone and stood up, walking over and putting my glass in the sink.  Grabbing my wallet and coat, I put my coat on and rushed over to the door and stuck in my boots.  Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to see a bright-faced Yixing.