You Who Came From The Exoplanet

Jun-myeon the Mama (Hunho)

It is 10p.m, and I am getting worried. Se-hun has gone out for 4 hours, and he hasn't replied my message yet. "The moment you step into this room you are screwed, Se-hun," I murmur. How could a 19-year-old boy go out for such a long time? I cannot not help thinking about the worst situation that might happen to him. I must admit that I sound like a mom now. I used to complain whenever my mom behaved like this. But now I can understand why; it is rather a natural feeling that you worry about someone you dearly love. Don't get me wrong - I love all the members, but Se-hun is the maknae. This fact makes me pay more attention to him. It is also funny how this unsettling feeling passes down like this: the elders worried for the young, the young complains, and now the young, me, is complaining about how the younger hasn't come home at 10:00p.m.

As I am feeling more anxious, I find my way to the living room to get some air. Jong-dae is there, practicing the A4 note, where my belts usually sound unnaturally rough. I should ask him to help me with this, but now Se-hun is my priority. High notes later.

"Jong-dae, have you seen Se-hun? He's been gone for 4 hours."

"I haven't seen him this afternoon. Hyung, have you tried to call him?"

"Ummm I texted him though, but he hasn't replied."

"Hyung, his phone might be on silent. I will call him. I'm worried too."

Jong-dae pulls his phone out of his pants' pocket, and immediately calls Se-hun. He bites his lips, which makes his curved mouth corners more prominent. My stomach is rumbling in anxiety, waiting for Se-hun to pick up
his phone. Suddenly, the door cracks open, and Se-hun steps in.

"Se-hun ahhh, where have you been? We were so worried about you," Jong-dae whines. Typical Jong-dae.

"Why did you go out for so long? It's late," I say.

Se-hun looks at us, then caresses his fingers through his platinum hair. "Hyungs, what's wrong?," Se-hun whines.  "I just went out for dinner with my highschool friends. I haven't seen them for so long. And I went to supermarket to buy food for us. I found chocolate bubble tea yehet," Se-hun's eyes sparkled in the shape of the crescent moon.

"Ok ok. Next time try to come home early," I almost nag like a mom.

"Ok I understand. Hyungs, you guys should go to bed early."

"You too Se-hun," both Jong-dae and I reply.

"I will. But I'm going to pray for you guys first," Se-hun sheepishly answers. I feel blessed after hearing this, and I'm certain that Jong-dae does too. We look at each other, smiling.

Se-hun firmly places his hands together, closes his eyes and loses himself in his own concentration. I don't know what exactly Se-hun is praying for us, but I'm 100% sure they are heartfelt words and wishes to all our 13 members. He doesn't need to say them out loud, because we've already felt them through his daily interaction with us. I hope Se-hun would think about himself too, rewarding himself generosity and practicing self-love. Se-hun slowly opens his eyes, and says proudly: "Done."

"Let's go to bed. It's already 12:00am. We have to wake up early tomorrow," Jong-dae yawns.

"Yeah I'm going now. Let's go Se-hun."

"Wait you guys don't ask about what I prayed for you?," Se-hun complains. His eyebrows frowns, almost touching each other.

"We are all tired. Let's go to bed Se-hun." I say.

"Ok, arasso. Hyungs you guys are so cold-hearted," Se-hun shakes his head jokingly. I just laugh at his silliness.

"Goodnight hyung and Se-hun."

"Sleep tight Jong-dae. Let's go Se-hun." We walk towards our room, and my hand rubs Se-hun's back, then slightly pushes him like a mom dragging her kid to bed.

"See you tomorrow hyung," Se-hun says goodbye to Jong-dae, and follows my lead to our shared bedroom.