"Oppa! Oppa!"
The shrill squealing echoed through the corridors outside the drama club room, a chorus of desperate voices that made everyone inside wince.
Through the small window in the door, they could see a mob of girls pressed against the glass, phones held high, trying to catch glimpses of their beloved crown prince.
"This is insane," muttered one of the returning drama club members, a third-year with paint-stained fingers who looked like she would rather be anywhere else. "We've never had to lock the doors before."
The club president, a chubby guy with thick-rimmed glasses and the harried expression of someone who'd bitten off more than he could chew, stood near the door with his arms crossed. "Well, we do now. At least until they get bored and move on to their next obsession."
