"Jaemin-Ah, Na Jaemin, come on, wake up."

Hyung's scream was so loud that it hurt my ears.

"We must hurry up, or we'll be late for work. We must get the place ready, so let's get started." Ugh, this tiger is getting on my nerves! Can someone please remove it from here?

"Won't you wake up? Don't make me call your alarm, so be obedient and wake up while I'm still nice."

"Hyung, please, just five more minutes; I was up until three in the morning, editing photos," I complained, burying my face in the pillow while Hyung opened the curtains, scattering the light from the window.

"Jaemin-Ah, wake up, are you still asleep? Hyung! Why you didn't wake him up yet?" the annoying puppy came close, complaining over my head.

"I was just trying to do that five minutes ago."

"Hyung, you're being too nice to him. He won't respond."

Then I'll leave it to you to wake him up. Make sure he wakes up fast. We've got a lot of work to do. I heard footsteps walking away from the bed.

"All right, Jaemin-Ah, Bali Iruna (get up quickly), let's get to work." By the end of the sentence, his voice had gotten loud.

Ouch, it hurts, "ah-ah-ah! Stop! Stop hitting my ass. All right, I'm awake."

Ugh! This stupid puppy has steel hands.

I peeked from under the pillow to see who dared to wake me up.

"Morning, Aigo, you're finally up. Come on, let's get ready for work." He spoke in a cheerful tone while smiling to show his smiling eyes. He smashed my ass while pretending to be innocent.

"Lee Jeno, you idiot! get out of my face!" I glared at him angrily, grabbed my pillow and threw it at him, but he dodged it.

"You didn't hit the target, ho ho ho." He walked out of the room sarcastically, laughing as strange voices came out of his mouth.

I sat on my bed, too exhausted to gaze into the emptiness; I couldn't open my eyes. I closed my eyes and took a nap to give them some relief.

"Na Daeman."

The annoying bear burst into my room, yelling, startled me awake.

"Na Daeman." he shouted again, this time even louder, coming closer to me, and I quickly stood up and playfully grabbed his neck. "You hurt my ears, Lee Haechan! How many times have I told you not to call me by that name, huh?" I yelled in his ear, and he tried to push my hand away, but I held on.

I pressed firmly against his neck as I questioned him. "Mark-Hyung sent you, didn't he? "

"Let go of me; I can't breathe, aah." I quickly let go of Haechen when he shouted at me to leave him, and he started coughing.

Haechan moved away from me, coughing, which scared me. "Haechan-ah, are you all right? I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you."

Did I mention that I was frightened? Tsk, he doesn't deserve it after what he did.

"Bong-yah! (Just kidding!)" Haechan laughed, took a few steps back playfully, and chanted excitedly.

"Wah Shincha, you've gotten strong, Na Damin," he said with a wink, laughing loudly as he slowly walked back to the room door, playfully pointing his fingers at me like a gun.

"It's Jaemin, you idiot. Get out of my room RIGHT NOW." I yelled and threw my slipper, but he dodged and fled.

Oh my gosh, when am I going to have a proper wake?

My head is pounding, and I feel like I'm losing my mind.

As I heard a noise outside, I crouched down to grab the other slipper, preparing to hurl it the moment I glimpsed a head poking through the doorway.

"Come on, Jaemin-Hyung, we'll..."

Oh, my god, what are you doing here?

"Jisung-Ah mianhae (I'm sorry), I didn't mean to hit you; I thought you were Haechan." I apologized to Jisung, who had got hit on the forehead.

Haechan softly comforted Jisung, who was still in disbelief. "Wah Na Daeman, how could you hit our maknae (youngest)!" he exclaimed, "Aigo Ori Jisungie (our Jisung), it must hurt!"

"Jisungie, mianhae. I didn't mean to hit you." I went to Jisung to apologize again and hugged him before escorting Haechan out of the room, as he screamed while leaving.

"It's okay, Hyung. I know. Let's have breakfast," Jisung said calmly before exiting the room.

Damn you! Lee Haechan, I wasn't expecting Jisung to appear because I knew you would return.

I put on my slippers, got ready, and walked into the restroom, but to my surprise, someone had stolen my stuff.

I hurried down the stairs to the dining room, where all the other boys were waiting.

"One, two, three..."

"What is this? Where are the human rights organizations? How can they ignore the suffering of a citizen like me who can't sleep in this house?" I confronted them angrily.

I came to a halt in surprise as I looked at the boys repeating my sentence simultaneously, causing everyone to laugh! What exactly is going on here?

"How did you know what I was going to say?" I said this while waiting for someone to respond.

Chenle laughed. "You always say the same thing when we wake you up."

"So, why do you keep waking me up early, even though you know I will say the same thing? Who stole my toothpaste and face moisturizer?"

Jeno complained, chuckling, "What do you mean by stealing? It's mine, but I'm letting you use it. How am I going to steal something that belongs to me?"

He's right; it's his stuff, so it's not stealing.

"Jeno-yah, you should've told me you took your things."

Jeno laughed sarcastically, "Araseo, I'll tell you next time I borrow my stuff."

The boys started laughing hard, especially Chenle, with his dolphins laugh, which can probably heard in the next house. He was clapping and seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Jaemin-ah, come sit here. I made you a cup of Namericano. It's not as good as your usual drink, but it's better than never," Renjun said as he put the cup on the table.

*Note: The Namericano drink here differs from the one listed in the Dream Cafe, which contains spicy sauce. XD. In the story, Namericano's drink is the beloved and distinctive Jaemin drink he used to order. Renjun made the drink using a recipe similar to the one Jaemin buys*.

I walked to my chair, scattering my hair with boredom, and sat down to rest my head on the table. "Komawo (thank you), Ronjun."

"It's Renjun Jaemin-Ah, not Ronjun," Renjun sighed as he sat in his chair.

"Wah, I can't believe you; a few minutes ago, you were scolding me for calling you Na Daeman and Na Damin, and now you're calling Injun, Ronjun," Haechan grumbled as he pointed at me.

"Aish Lee Haechan, you're making things worse; just call me by my real name before you start complaining."

"Araseo, Araseo," Haechan replied in a childish tone.

Everyone began eating while conversing.

"Jisungie, why is your forehead red?"

"What?" Jisung answered with surprise. "It's nothing serious. Hyung, it's all good."

"Yo, who sent this dude to wake me up?" I asked, lifting my head and pointing at Haechan."I accidentally hit Jisung with my slippers because of him. I meant to hit him, but Jisung stepped out of nowhere and took the hit for him. I thought Haechan would come back, but he didn't. Why didn't you come back to the room, huh?" I said in one breath, gasping for air at the end.

"Wow, Jaemin-Ah, you must become a rapper; how could you say all this in one breath?" Haechan laughed.

"But Haechan-Hyung, you urged me to call Jaemin-Hyung; why did I do that while you were in Hyung's room?" Jisung said, gazing at Haechan.

What?!

"Dude, you sent Jisung on purpose because you knew I was gonna hit you!" I exclaimed in protest.

"How was I supposed to know what would happen? I just did what Mark-hyung told me to do. When I left, I saw Jisung approaching your room and asked him to tell you again." Haechan whines in a fake baby voice, pretending to cry. He points to Mark-Hyung with one hand while leaning on Jeno's shoulder, who is smiling next to him. Haechan tears up in an over-the-top, dramatic way.

Mark-hyung complained, "I asked you to wake up Jaemin, not sacrifice Jisung."

So, the three of us started yelling and groaning, joining in the fight. While Jeno chuckled and enjoyed what was happening, Chenle held the speakers to his throat.

The three of us started yelling and complaining. Chenle joined in with his loud voice while Jeno laughed at the chaos. Jisung tried to calm us down until someone slammed the dining table, which shut us all up.

"YAH! I've got a splitting headache from all your yelling! You have five minutes to finish your food and prepare for work. And you, aren't you the owner's son? You need to be tougher with your staff."

"Araseo Araseo Kiyomi Renjun (Oh cute Renjun)," Chenle said, slightly chuckling.

Everyone went quiet and stared at Renjun, who was mad.

"Yaedeul-a bab meogja (Guys, let's eat)." Mark-Hyung spoke quietly enough that everyone grabbed their chopsticks and began eating.

"Thank you, Renjun, for the Namericano; it's amazing," I said as I took a sip from my Namericano Cup.

Runjin smiled to nod to me.

As my thoughts meandered, I absentmindedly picked up my chopsticks and started savoring the meal.

I keep having that dream.

"Jaemin-ah، Jaemin-ah.."

The sound of boys screaming pulled me back to reality, and I quickly asked, "Oh, what's happening?"

"You seem to have the answer to this question," Mark-Hyung asked, looking worried. "What's bothering you? You look like you're preoccupied with something."

"Is it that dream again?" Jeno asked with a curious tilt of his head.

I nodded yes to him.

Chenle asked with genuine curiosity, "Which dream are you talking about?"

"Hey, remember that girl Jaemin mentioned to us?"

"Yeah, isn't that the one Jaemin saw during our Spring Festival party last year?" Renjun asked.

Jeno said, "Yes, he told me that she has been appearing in his dreams recently, so he's annoyed about this."

"Are you still searching for her?" Haechan asked. "Yes, but I haven't been able to find her," I replied in a slightly disappointed tone.

Jisung questioned, "Geundae Jaemin-hyung, you've never even laid eyes on her! All you have is a photograph of a girl with long, flowing gray hair, leaning against a wooden fence and gazing out at the sea. How can you claim to know her based solely on that picture?"



His question is reasonable.

"I'm determined to find her, even if I'm not sure how she looks. I'll rely on my instincts and my heart, and I believe I'll be able to identify her."

Chenle asked, "Wasn't finding that girl the whole point of creating the Na Photographer service and offering it at our hotel?'"

Renjun said, "That's right because Jaemin loves taking pictures, but he doesn't have time to search for that girl. We suggested that he combine his photography passion with his search. Our hotel could offer a private photographer service to capture the moments of tourists and visitors. This would allow Jaemin to explore the island and search for the girl while doing what he loves."

Mark-hyung offered a fist bump and said, "I really hope you find your girl. If you need any help, we've got your back."

I smiled and offered a fist bump in return.

"Mark-hyung is absolutely right, we've got your back," Jisung reassured.

"If you wish, I can help you with your search, but I can't guarantee that the girl won't be attracted to me because of my good looks," Haechan replied confidently.

Renjun scolded him, "Yah! Are you trying to help Jaemin or steal the girl away from him?"

"Yah!, Lee Haechan, back off from my girl!"

Haechan chuckled and said, "Araseo, Araseo, but guys, I'm really curious to see the girl who stole Jaeminie's heart. Many gorgeous girls have been visiting our hotel for a while, but he has never shown particular interest in any of them."

"It's true. It's the first time I've seen Jaemin show interest in a girl like this," Mark remarked.

Jisung's "Geunde Hyung, why didn't you go talk to her or at least try to get closer to see her face?"

"I wanted to, but I couldn't; I was wandering around the island; I had my camera out, taking random pictures, when I saw her standing at the fence. The way she looked against the stunning scenery was absolutely captivating, so I quickly snapped a picture of her before she left. As I was about to approach her, a couple approached me and asked if I could take a photo of them as a souvenir. I couldn't refuse, so I quickly took their picture. When I turned back to look for her, she was gone. That's when I realized that I missed my chance."

"Guys, doesn't what's going on with Jaemin feel like a modern-day Cinderella story?" Jeno asked.

Chenle asked with curiosity. "And how is that?"

"In the story of Cinderella, the prince met her at a big party. When he tried to talk to her and tell her how he felt, she quickly left the party, leaving only her shoe behind as a clue to who she was. Meanwhile, Jaemin only has a picture of her from behind, and it's the only clue he has to find her," Jeno explained.

Chenle said, "wow That's really fun!" and clapped his hands.

"Wow, I'm starting to feel really excited and hungry. I'm going to eat a good meal to get lots of energy," and I shrugged my shoulders. The boys chuckled at my accent.

Renjun's phone rang, and he answered it seriously, saying, "Wèi (Hello) Jīnglǐ dàgē! (Manager Big Brother), yes. Sorry, we'll be there shortly."

"It's Manager-Hyung. He's rushing to the airport for an urgent work trip. Quickly, we're late for work, and we have to hurry to the hotel," he scolded us as he hung up the phone.

Chenle exclaimed, "Oh! Dà gēgē! (big brother) Why didn't he call me instead of calling you? And he didn't even mention that he's going to China!"

"Instead of asking me, you should ask him. Yaedeul-a (boys) hurry up and get ready. Let's head to work, and you.." Renjun said, turning to me. "Jaemin-ah, we'll start working before you, but make sure not to be late, okay?"

I gave him a thumbs up!

After finishing their meal,the boys head off to work.

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To Be Continued.

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• What do you think of the first chapter?

• What do you think about the Dreamies' method to wake up the sleeper?

• Will Jaemin be able to find his Cinderella quickly, or will something happen that will make him change his mind and hinder his search?

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