。:゜☆。 ・゚゚・。. NEVER did a man enter Yumi’s room---but if one was to count the printed photos of EXO on the posters on her wall and the albums on her shelves, then she could confidently say that she had brought a man to her room before. But that is not the case, the inanimate replications of her favorite boy group weren’t real---and they couldn’t see her room nor talk to her. But here she was now finally leading a man into her room. “Don’t laugh at my posters.” She pouted, looking at him before she turned around to push her bedroom door open. The door exposed the huge expanse of her room, the bed definitely way too big for one person. Her walls were as expected, decorated with countless posters of EXO and her shelves were lined with multiple copies of all of their albums. It was a fangirl’s dream come true, and Yumi was very proud of her collection---except for this time when her boyfriend was too see how much she really adored EXO. “So this is my room,” she said, stepping inside, “which is basically an EXO shrine---I know, you don’t have to point that out.”