Audrey
"All you do is nap," I tell a 17-year-old Kim Nam-Dong, whose hair is now lilac. "You need to exercise."
"I DO exercise," he grumbles, covering his face with a cute sky blue Koala pillow whose nose is purple.
"Getting up to use the bathroom is NOT exercise." The other guys laugh, but they're no better. All four of them are on the floor, half-asleep. "J.S, what are you doing?"
"Oh come on. They're so cute," says a 19-year-old Jung Ho Soc, his hair apple-red. He's on his back, facing the ceiling, while playing with two unique-looking stuffed toys. One has a small purple body with yellow polka dots, it's head is a red, uneven heart, its expression blank, while the other plush is a horse whose head is sky blue with a dark blue mane, its little body pale violet.
It is late Saturday afternoon, and after a grueling day of radio interviews, photo-shoots, suit fittings, and music-video shootings, the guys and I can take a break for the rest of the day.
Shaking my head in amusement, I glance over to 4 Season's 16-year-old leader, Woo So-Min, whose hair is now vivid orange. He's sitting on the floor, cross-legged, making cute boyish sound effects as he plays with not two, but three stuffed toys.
The first is similar to the pink bunny plush I own. The second is.. I think it's a white puppy in a yellow tracksuit, it's tongue sticking out. The third is a.. what--what is that? A cloud? No. It's an alpaca with a red scarf around its neck. It's cute, but why does it look so worried?
My light green eyes settle on 16-year-old Ryan Mason Young, whose hair is obsidian black. Oh yes. I've come to understand that among the four members, he dyes his hair the least. It's either black or brown, which always works to his advantage. So imagine the madness of their fandom when he dyed it red eight months ago, or as 4Sers call it, "Cherry hair."
And not that I've been observing him or anything, but the photographers mentioned that RM is the easiest to work with because he takes only minutes since he's beautiful in every angle, and I strongly agree.
I look at him again. He's playing with.. well, to be more accurate, he's creating a wobbly tower of what looks like small brown cookie stuffed toys. Each one has a cute gummy smile and tiny dark brown arms and legs that are so short but insanely precious.
I link my fingers together and say, "If it's alright, can I play some music?"
"Sure." "Yes." "Okay." "Aw yeah!"
So for the next two hours, I'm playing a series of upbeat songs, dancing around the practice room a little, checking myself out in the ceiling-to-floor mirror that takes up one wall. I bob my head sometimes, letting the music surround me as I twirl and glide across the smooth floor.
My current playlist consists of: "Yeah," "Dura," "Burnin Up," "Get Ugly," "Beauty And A Beat," "Party All Nite," and a mashup of "Counting Stars and "I'm Friends With A Monster."
Abruptly, Jung rises off the hardwood floor. We all look at him, his face elated as he says, "We should do a dance cover!"
RM nods. "I'm game." He stands up, along with the others.
Nam gives me an expectant look. "May we borrow your phone?"
Damn his overflowing charisma and politeness. I hand it over to him, and in a snap, his three brothers--by heart--gather around to browse my phone's list of songs.
I feel a stab of alarm as realization dawns. "Wait--"
All four guys glance up at me, their eyes round with surprise. So-Min is the first to speak. "Audrey.. you didn't tell us you're a fan."
