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Finally, the day to return to Seoul arrived and after a lot of goodbyes, hugs, and tears from friends you finally got on your flight to Seoul which took sixteen hours. To say you were tired was an understatement; you dragged your suitcase listlessly through Incheon airport’s arrivals trying to find whoever it was that came to pick you up. ‘Shiwon-ah, shiwon-ah’, someone shouted somewhere in front of you. You looked up trying to locate the source before you visibly brightened and immediately ran into said person’s arms not caring about the fact that you were a grown lady now and not a teenager anymore as you flung yourself at the person. ‘I missed you so much Howon oppa’, you muttered into his chest as you tried to hold back your tears. He just smiled at you, took your suitcase from your hands before linking his hands with yours and leading you towards the exit doors. ‘Aigoo, I thought you went all the way to Florida to grow up yet here you are crying like a baby’, he teases you lightly as he concentrates on the road in front of him while driving you both home. ‘Oppaaa’, you whine while trying the wipe the tears from your eyes. ‘Can’t I be happy to see my own oppa again and I’ll have you know I’ve grown up to become a fine young independent lady’, you reiterate. ‘Yeah whatever, and by the way my dear dongsaeng I really missed you too’, he reaches over to ruffle your hair. You arrived home to tons of hugs, happiness and delicious food. Your parents and siblings were overjoyed to have back you back especially your mom who couldn’t seem to hold back her joy even though she kept on saying that you could have stayed back in Florida for longer not that it mattered anyways but you could see the happiness clearly dancing in her brown orbs whenever she looked at you whenever anyone said you have matured well. All in all it was pleasant to be back in Seoul; you settled back home comfortably and lived like you used to before leaving for Florida although English crept into your sentences while talking once in a while, everything seemed alright. After spending three weeks of doing nothing important in Seoul it was time to resume your job at SM ent. You woke up with a start and squinted at the alarm clock shrilling on the bedside table, you heaved a long suffering sigh and put off the alarm before dragging yourself out of bed and padding into the bathroom to get ready for your first day at your new job. After taking a bath you dress yourself up in a pair of black stonewashed jeans, a navy blue and white top and a pair of sneakers, styled your long wavy hair into a side part and put on little make up. You yelled a good morning to your parents eating at the dining table before stepping out of the house into the sunny morning weather, you take out your earphones stick them into your ears and start to listen to random songs on your iPod whilst making your way to work. After thanking the taxi man and paying him, you turned around to find yourself standing in front of a tall building with the words SM entertainment, you walked to the entrance of the building where some girls were gathered squealing, trying to get a glimpse of some guys walking through the lobby of the building, after struggling a bit through the little crowd you finally got into the building and walked up to the receptionist who asked for your name and asked you why you were here. She then returned to her computer screen and after a few minutes, she asked you to wait for a while and pointed you to a seat. Five minutes later, you were escorted to the HR were you were handed an ID card and given some ground rules of the company and whatnot which just went in one ear and right out of the other because you weren’t paying attention busy staring at the pictures of some random group of girls and boys with their names scrawled under plastered on the walls. A derpy but good looking guy came in later and introduces himself to you as he sticks out his hand to shake yours. ‘My name is Siwon and I’m Exo’s manager and I take it you are Shiwon the new assistant’, he says as he leads you down a well lit corridor painted white towards a room at the end of the hallway. ‘I’ll just introduce you to the boys, and don’t worry you’ll get used to their antics soon enough’, he adds as he pushes the door open and gestures for you to go into the room. You stepped into the room as twelve pairs of eyes suddenly stopped all other activity to stare at you. You swallowed.