Sunny and Seungri sat together at a table, a plate of dumplings between them. Seungri was furiously scribbling in his black notebook, his dark eyebrows pulled together.
“I just don’t get it,” he mumbled. “Why do they even do this? Somehow, they’ve dragged me into it as well. It’s all Daesung’s fault, actually. If he wasn’t so into Minzy, he’d never involve me in it. I don’t want to be part of their drama! All I want is to finish this piece. Mom needs the money as quickly as possible.”
Sunny nodded, not knowing what to say. The whole History of Dance class had ended up being punished for their “rude actions” after Teacher Cho called Teacher Lee and complained about the noise they were making. People like Seungri, who hadn’t even been involved in the whole big fight, had been victims.
“I’m sorry. Do you…need anything?”
Seungri lifted his head, his eyes full of concern. “No. I think I’m gonna go outside. If I don’t send this article by tomorrow, I won’t get the money. That’s not an option.” He heaved a sigh, got up, and left.
Sunny watched him walk away, a frown on her face. Here was a person with actual problems, unlike the ones her friends liked to create. Seungri’s family was poor, and although nobody but his cousin Daesung knew, he was a scholarship student. Every week, he wrote articles for a newspaper company and got money for it. He didn’t want anyone to know, so he was published as ‘anonymous’. He sent every cent he got to his mom and two little sisters.
She fiddled with her fork, staring at the untouched dumplings. The fight had been bad. There hadn’t been one person in the room who wasn’t yelling at another. Sunny had had no idea what to do, and had refrained from joining. Had she done the right thing?
“Hey Sunny!”
Sunny was surprised to see WooYoung walking toward her. They usually didn’t talk, although Sunny did want to be his friend.
“Have you seen SooYoung?”
Sunny’s face fell.
“She’s by the desserts,” she mumbled, pointing.
“Thanks. Hey, you wanna come with me? SooYoung and I are gonna practice for dance class.”
Sunny’s eyes brightened.
“I’d love to!”
**
Yoona stared at her fingers as Taec pushed the swing they were on back and forth with his big feet.
“So Yoo,” he said, easily, inching closer to her. “What do you like doing in your spare time?”
“Me? Oh, I never have spare time. You’re a senior too, you should know!”
“Okay, so what do you do with the girls?”
“They shop; get their hair and nails done, you know, girl stuff.”
“But what do you do?”
“Ya, why do you keep pressing the issue? I don’t do anything!”
“Maybe you should,” Taec said quietly. “Do you even know what you wanna be?”
“Sure. I’ll be a model.”
“But do you like modeling?”
“I…don’t know. I’ve never tried.”
Taec stopped the swing.
“Yoona, you and I are going on an exploration to find your true passion. And maybe, along the way, we’ll discover your personality as well.”
Yoona sighed and shook her head. “It’s about time, anyway.”
They hopped off the swing and walked away, chatting easily. They were both so caught up in each other that they didn’t notice someone watching them from behind an oak tree.
**
SooYoung’s long hair flew around her as she spun and twirled to the beat of the song that their friend, Taeyang, had composed.
“Hold on!” Shouted WooYoung, looking up from his cellphone. She and Sunny stopped, and SooYoung took the opportunity to pull out a hair band and tie her hair back.
“Uh, girls, sorry to cut the practice in half, but, um, my mom wants to, uh, videochat. I think I’ll just—“
“Can we meet your mom, too?” Sunny asked excitedly.
SooYoung elbowed her.
“Sure. But beware: She’s very emotional.”
About fifteen minutes later, the three of them were crowded around WooYoung’s laptop, peering closely into the webcam. When WooYoung’s mother saw them, the first thing she did was burst into tears.
“WooYoungie, you’ve grown so much in two months! Oh my gosh, my little boy!”
And then she stared at the two girls. “So, which one of you is his girlfriend?”
“Ma!” WooYoung buried his head in his hands.
“Is it you?” she asked Sunny, who shook her head from side to side, giggling.
“You?” SooYoung pointed at herself as if to say ‘me?’. She shook her head firmly, her cheeks turning crimson.
“He’s too lame to have a girlfriend,” came a deep voice from the background. A boy was playing Halo on the computer behind his mom. SooYoung couldn’t make out his face, since it was turned away from them, but she guessed him to be in his late teens. Was that WooYoung’s infamou--
“Hey bro.”
“Hey loser,” he didn’t even look up from his game as he expertly lifted a hand in a sign of greeting. SooYoung was impressed.
WooYoung’s mother interrogated them for an hour, asking if they got enough vitamin, wore clean underwear, etc. SooYoung tried her very best to pay attention, but her eyes kept sliding to the other boy’s monitor. His playing was so good and SooYoung loved Halo. If only she could go over there and--
“Well, I guess I can’t keep you kids any longer. Take care.”
“Anyo!” The three of them bowed at the webcam, and WooYoung closed his laptop.
“Sorry about that.”
“No problem. She seems like a nice person,” Sunny said quickly, trying her best to please WooYoung. SooYoung resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Before she could say anything, the doors burst open and Dara came in with G-Dragon, giggling like a little schoolgirl. G-Dragon looked uncomfortable, to say the least. He’d been acting weird around everyone and keeping his distance since the final.
“Oh,” Dara stared at the three of them innocently. “We didn’t know you were in here. We were just gonna practice for dance.”
“Yeah, well, the classroom’s full, so I think I’ll leave,” G-Dragon said, slipping his hand out of hers and turning away.
Dara pouted. “Kiwon!” She shouted, using his real name. “Don’t go! We can study here. WooYoung doesn’t mind, does he?”
“Um, we’re here, too, and to be quite honest, although we don’t mind, it seems like Kiwon doesn’t really want to dance right now,” SooYoung stared at Sunny as if snakes were coming out of her eyes. When had she become so confident and…bitchy?
WooYoung and Dara seemed to be thinking the same thing.
“Gee, I never thought you knew how to stand up for yourself, Sunny,” Dara said, stepping forward. G-Dragon shook his head and left the room, and WooYoung nodded at Soo and followed him. The atmosphere had quickly turned to one similar to the one in History of Dance the other day. There was tension everywhere.
“I never thought you were the kind of girl that desperately followed boys, even when they made it clear that they didn’t wanna be with you, but I guess we both don’t know each other very well, do we?” Sunny was just inches away from Dara now, grateful that Yuri had made her wear three-inch heels that morning.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” SooYoung stepped between them. “We’ve already gotten punished, there’s no need to push this further. Dara—we were already leaving. You can practice as much as you want. Sunny, c’mere.”
She pulled Sunny by the arm.
“Let go!”
“What has gotten into you?” SooYoung yelled as soon as they were outside. “One minute you’re all cute and nice, the next you’re a complete bitch. What are you doing? What’s the point that you’re trying to prove here?”
“You don’t understand anything,” Sunny said, yanking her arm away. She walked away as fast as she could, trying her best not to hobble in her heels.
SooYoung watched her strut away in awe. That fight has sparked something inside of everyone.
**
WooYoung followed G-Dragon as he ran down the hallway.
“Hey! GD! Wait up!”
He rounded a corner and saw that the blonde was nowhere to be found. There was only the balcony door on this floor, and WooYoung didn’t hesitate to fling it open. G-Dragon was standing there, along with…NichKhun?
“Hey,” WooYoung said awkwardly, feeling like an intruder. “Uh, I wanted to talk to you.”
NichKhun stiffened. “I’ll leave.”
“Nah, stay,” G-Dragon held him back.
There was a pregnant silence.
“You know what?” WooYoung said suddenly. “This is extremely awkward. Everyone’s been awkward since the finals. Whatever problem we have, we need to settle it now.”
“Okay,” NichKhun said, looking unamused. “I’ll point out all the problems, and you’ll fix the, won’t you, Woo? The first problem is Dara.”
G-Dragon pulled back and scratched his head, looking away.
“You like Dara—“
“You do?” GD asked, staring at Woo disbelievingly. “I never knew that.”
“It’s beyond obvious,” NichKhun muttered. “Anyways, you like her, she likes GD, and GD doesn’t give a flying fuck. Now, how are you gonna resolve this, WooYoung? Enlighten us.”
“I…”
“Yeah, you can’t. It’s called life. It’s painful, but we’re forced to go through it. Second issue: everyone hates everyone, because apparently we’re all just a bunch of pricks who don’t even care about the anyone else beside ourselves.”
“And thirdly,” G-Dragon said, “We all judge each other without knowing one another’s lives.” He gave NichKhun a sideways glance, which he ignored.
“But how do we fix this?” WooYoung asked, his cheeks blowing up.
“We can’t,” NichKhun said sadly. “We just have to go with the flow. Everything will eventually fix itself. Or not. All’s for the best.”
“Are we…okay now?”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s just…don’t stray away too far, please. Sometimes, when I need you most, I can never find you because you’re always out and about.”
“NichKhun…Are you okay?” WooYoung asked, stepping closer. “You’ve been acting weirder than ever.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
“No he’s not,” G-Dragon shook his blonde mane. “Tell him.”
“No.”
“He’s your best friend.”
“That’s why I won’t! I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Ah, I’m still here. But I’ll leave. It seems like you two seem like you have something to discuss,” WooYoung smiled, bowed, and left.
Khun shook his head. This was the problem with WooYoung: he was too nice. If anyone else had said that, it would’ve sounded rude, but Woo was completely sincere and he wasn’t trying to offend them. He was too kind.
**
Taec tried not to stare at Yoona as she danced, but he couldn’t resist. She was good. Not the best, but good. And she had a nice bod--
Okay.
The music stopped and Yoona walked toward him.
“How was I?” She undid her bun and let her long hair fall to her shoulders.
“Wow, Yoo, you should leave your hair out more often.”
Yoona blushed. “I had fun, but I don’t really think dancing is my passion. I mean, I don’t get an adrenaline high like SooYoung when I dance. Same with singing. It’s fun and everything, but I don’t get that spark you were talking about when you rap or work out.”
“Well then, I know what we can do next…”
Half an hour later, they were in the seniors’ room, trying to convince CL and Junsu that they’d take care of their cameras.
“If anything happens to it, I’ll kill you,” CL growled. “Film Production is my best class, and I can’t pass it without my camera!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Taec said, lightly punching her. “Chill. We’re responsible adults, right Yoo?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Well, Yoo, now that we’ve got a camera and a script, courtesy of Junsu, do you think you’re gonna be able to do this?”
“Sure! I have a feeling I’m gonna like this.”
For two hours, Taec filmed Yoona act out a short film, playing all the parts. She was really, really good, and Taec didn’t hesitate in telling her so.
“Really? I had so much fun. And I felt the adrenaline! Taec, I think acting’s the thing for me!” She jumped into his arms, and he held her tight, breathing in her mixed scent of washing detergent, violets, and lilacs.
He didn’t want to let go, so he hesitated when she pulled back slightly.
“So…what now?” She asked quietly.
Taec pushed a piece of flyaway hair behind her ear. “I think it’s high time we discovered you.”
With that, he tilted her chin upwards and pulled her towards him, kissing her strongly as the same person from earlier watched on.
**
Junho pulled away from the balcony door, wishing he hadn’t followed WooYoung to see what the fuss was about. Once again, they’d neglected to include him in the conversation. And what was so big that NichKhun couldn’t tell them, but could go share it with that G-Dragon kid?
Was it as big as his secret, or possibly, worse?
He just kept getting more and more hurt by his friends’ actions
He heard approaching footsteps and ran away before anyone could discover him eavesdropping.
**
“Girls, I have an announcement!”
Yuri, SooYoung, and Sunny looked up from what they were doing and stared at Jessica, who was beaming.
“We have an addition to our group. Say hello to Park Bom! She’s recently started dating T.O.P., who is undoubtedly one of the hottest guys in the fourth year, and I saw it fit for her to join us. Introduce yourself.”
“I’ve never heard of T.O.P.,” Sunny said, scrunching up her face.
“You know that sullen but super-cute kid that walks around quietly all the time?” Yuri said. “That’s him.”
“You haven’t heard of him because you’re one of those third years who have low standards, like SooYoung with her Woobsession,” Jessica said.
SooYoung rolled her eyes and didn’t even bother to fight back. “You’re a third year too, smart one. Only Yuri and Yoona are seniors.”
“Speaking of, where’s Yoona?” Sunny asked, her eyes gleaming.
SooYoung shot her a “don’t-start-anything” look, which she took no notice of.
“Wasn’t she supposed to come back from the gym half an hour ago? Hmm…Suspicious…” Sunny continued, grinning wickedly.
“Maybe she’s with a friend. Why’s it any of our business?” SooYoung stared long and hard at Sunny, making it very clear that she’d pay for this.
“Probably with Taec,” Yuri said, stretching.
Jessica’s mouth was set in a straight line. “We’ll deal with that later. Now, Bom, you’ll sleep on the top bunk, and in fifteen minutes, Yuri and I are going through your clothes for an inspection. If you’re gonna hang with us, you gotta look like us.”
Bom shook her head, her long red hair flowing.
“Also, the eyeliner’s gotta go. You look like a kindergartener tried to color on your eyes with a crayon.”
SooYoung smiled at Bom sympathetically, wishing her the best of luck with her eyes.
It wasn’t easy to get in their group, but it was much harder to stay in.
“I just don’t get it,” he mumbled. “Why do they even do this? Somehow, they’ve dragged me into it as well. It’s all Daesung’s fault, actually. If he wasn’t so into Minzy, he’d never involve me in it. I don’t want to be part of their drama! All I want is to finish this piece. Mom needs the money as quickly as possible.”
Sunny nodded, not knowing what to say. The whole History of Dance class had ended up being punished for their “rude actions” after Teacher Cho called Teacher Lee and complained about the noise they were making. People like Seungri, who hadn’t even been involved in the whole big fight, had been victims.
“I’m sorry. Do you…need anything?”
Seungri lifted his head, his eyes full of concern. “No. I think I’m gonna go outside. If I don’t send this article by tomorrow, I won’t get the money. That’s not an option.” He heaved a sigh, got up, and left.
Sunny watched him walk away, a frown on her face. Here was a person with actual problems, unlike the ones her friends liked to create. Seungri’s family was poor, and although nobody but his cousin Daesung knew, he was a scholarship student. Every week, he wrote articles for a newspaper company and got money for it. He didn’t want anyone to know, so he was published as ‘anonymous’. He sent every cent he got to his mom and two little sisters.
She fiddled with her fork, staring at the untouched dumplings. The fight had been bad. There hadn’t been one person in the room who wasn’t yelling at another. Sunny had had no idea what to do, and had refrained from joining. Had she done the right thing?
“Hey Sunny!”
Sunny was surprised to see WooYoung walking toward her. They usually didn’t talk, although Sunny did want to be his friend.
“Have you seen SooYoung?”
Sunny’s face fell.
“She’s by the desserts,” she mumbled, pointing.
“Thanks. Hey, you wanna come with me? SooYoung and I are gonna practice for dance class.”
Sunny’s eyes brightened.
“I’d love to!”
**
Yoona stared at her fingers as Taec pushed the swing they were on back and forth with his big feet.
“So Yoo,” he said, easily, inching closer to her. “What do you like doing in your spare time?”
“Me? Oh, I never have spare time. You’re a senior too, you should know!”
“Okay, so what do you do with the girls?”
“They shop; get their hair and nails done, you know, girl stuff.”
“But what do you do?”
“Ya, why do you keep pressing the issue? I don’t do anything!”
“Maybe you should,” Taec said quietly. “Do you even know what you wanna be?”
“Sure. I’ll be a model.”
“But do you like modeling?”
“I…don’t know. I’ve never tried.”
Taec stopped the swing.
“Yoona, you and I are going on an exploration to find your true passion. And maybe, along the way, we’ll discover your personality as well.”
Yoona sighed and shook her head. “It’s about time, anyway.”
They hopped off the swing and walked away, chatting easily. They were both so caught up in each other that they didn’t notice someone watching them from behind an oak tree.
**
SooYoung’s long hair flew around her as she spun and twirled to the beat of the song that their friend, Taeyang, had composed.
“Hold on!” Shouted WooYoung, looking up from his cellphone. She and Sunny stopped, and SooYoung took the opportunity to pull out a hair band and tie her hair back.
“Uh, girls, sorry to cut the practice in half, but, um, my mom wants to, uh, videochat. I think I’ll just—“
“Can we meet your mom, too?” Sunny asked excitedly.
SooYoung elbowed her.
“Sure. But beware: She’s very emotional.”
About fifteen minutes later, the three of them were crowded around WooYoung’s laptop, peering closely into the webcam. When WooYoung’s mother saw them, the first thing she did was burst into tears.
“WooYoungie, you’ve grown so much in two months! Oh my gosh, my little boy!”
And then she stared at the two girls. “So, which one of you is his girlfriend?”
“Ma!” WooYoung buried his head in his hands.
“Is it you?” she asked Sunny, who shook her head from side to side, giggling.
“You?” SooYoung pointed at herself as if to say ‘me?’. She shook her head firmly, her cheeks turning crimson.
“He’s too lame to have a girlfriend,” came a deep voice from the background. A boy was playing Halo on the computer behind his mom. SooYoung couldn’t make out his face, since it was turned away from them, but she guessed him to be in his late teens. Was that WooYoung’s infamou--
“Hey bro.”
“Hey loser,” he didn’t even look up from his game as he expertly lifted a hand in a sign of greeting. SooYoung was impressed.
WooYoung’s mother interrogated them for an hour, asking if they got enough vitamin, wore clean underwear, etc. SooYoung tried her very best to pay attention, but her eyes kept sliding to the other boy’s monitor. His playing was so good and SooYoung loved Halo. If only she could go over there and--
“Well, I guess I can’t keep you kids any longer. Take care.”
“Anyo!” The three of them bowed at the webcam, and WooYoung closed his laptop.
“Sorry about that.”
“No problem. She seems like a nice person,” Sunny said quickly, trying her best to please WooYoung. SooYoung resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Before she could say anything, the doors burst open and Dara came in with G-Dragon, giggling like a little schoolgirl. G-Dragon looked uncomfortable, to say the least. He’d been acting weird around everyone and keeping his distance since the final.
“Oh,” Dara stared at the three of them innocently. “We didn’t know you were in here. We were just gonna practice for dance.”
“Yeah, well, the classroom’s full, so I think I’ll leave,” G-Dragon said, slipping his hand out of hers and turning away.
Dara pouted. “Kiwon!” She shouted, using his real name. “Don’t go! We can study here. WooYoung doesn’t mind, does he?”
“Um, we’re here, too, and to be quite honest, although we don’t mind, it seems like Kiwon doesn’t really want to dance right now,” SooYoung stared at Sunny as if snakes were coming out of her eyes. When had she become so confident and…bitchy?
WooYoung and Dara seemed to be thinking the same thing.
“Gee, I never thought you knew how to stand up for yourself, Sunny,” Dara said, stepping forward. G-Dragon shook his head and left the room, and WooYoung nodded at Soo and followed him. The atmosphere had quickly turned to one similar to the one in History of Dance the other day. There was tension everywhere.
“I never thought you were the kind of girl that desperately followed boys, even when they made it clear that they didn’t wanna be with you, but I guess we both don’t know each other very well, do we?” Sunny was just inches away from Dara now, grateful that Yuri had made her wear three-inch heels that morning.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” SooYoung stepped between them. “We’ve already gotten punished, there’s no need to push this further. Dara—we were already leaving. You can practice as much as you want. Sunny, c’mere.”
She pulled Sunny by the arm.
“Let go!”
“What has gotten into you?” SooYoung yelled as soon as they were outside. “One minute you’re all cute and nice, the next you’re a complete bitch. What are you doing? What’s the point that you’re trying to prove here?”
“You don’t understand anything,” Sunny said, yanking her arm away. She walked away as fast as she could, trying her best not to hobble in her heels.
SooYoung watched her strut away in awe. That fight has sparked something inside of everyone.
**
WooYoung followed G-Dragon as he ran down the hallway.
“Hey! GD! Wait up!”
He rounded a corner and saw that the blonde was nowhere to be found. There was only the balcony door on this floor, and WooYoung didn’t hesitate to fling it open. G-Dragon was standing there, along with…NichKhun?
“Hey,” WooYoung said awkwardly, feeling like an intruder. “Uh, I wanted to talk to you.”
NichKhun stiffened. “I’ll leave.”
“Nah, stay,” G-Dragon held him back.
There was a pregnant silence.
“You know what?” WooYoung said suddenly. “This is extremely awkward. Everyone’s been awkward since the finals. Whatever problem we have, we need to settle it now.”
“Okay,” NichKhun said, looking unamused. “I’ll point out all the problems, and you’ll fix the, won’t you, Woo? The first problem is Dara.”
G-Dragon pulled back and scratched his head, looking away.
“You like Dara—“
“You do?” GD asked, staring at Woo disbelievingly. “I never knew that.”
“It’s beyond obvious,” NichKhun muttered. “Anyways, you like her, she likes GD, and GD doesn’t give a flying fuck. Now, how are you gonna resolve this, WooYoung? Enlighten us.”
“I…”
“Yeah, you can’t. It’s called life. It’s painful, but we’re forced to go through it. Second issue: everyone hates everyone, because apparently we’re all just a bunch of pricks who don’t even care about the anyone else beside ourselves.”
“And thirdly,” G-Dragon said, “We all judge each other without knowing one another’s lives.” He gave NichKhun a sideways glance, which he ignored.
“But how do we fix this?” WooYoung asked, his cheeks blowing up.
“We can’t,” NichKhun said sadly. “We just have to go with the flow. Everything will eventually fix itself. Or not. All’s for the best.”
“Are we…okay now?”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s just…don’t stray away too far, please. Sometimes, when I need you most, I can never find you because you’re always out and about.”
“NichKhun…Are you okay?” WooYoung asked, stepping closer. “You’ve been acting weirder than ever.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
“No he’s not,” G-Dragon shook his blonde mane. “Tell him.”
“No.”
“He’s your best friend.”
“That’s why I won’t! I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Ah, I’m still here. But I’ll leave. It seems like you two seem like you have something to discuss,” WooYoung smiled, bowed, and left.
Khun shook his head. This was the problem with WooYoung: he was too nice. If anyone else had said that, it would’ve sounded rude, but Woo was completely sincere and he wasn’t trying to offend them. He was too kind.
**
Taec tried not to stare at Yoona as she danced, but he couldn’t resist. She was good. Not the best, but good. And she had a nice bod--
Okay.
The music stopped and Yoona walked toward him.
“How was I?” She undid her bun and let her long hair fall to her shoulders.
“Wow, Yoo, you should leave your hair out more often.”
Yoona blushed. “I had fun, but I don’t really think dancing is my passion. I mean, I don’t get an adrenaline high like SooYoung when I dance. Same with singing. It’s fun and everything, but I don’t get that spark you were talking about when you rap or work out.”
“Well then, I know what we can do next…”
Half an hour later, they were in the seniors’ room, trying to convince CL and Junsu that they’d take care of their cameras.
“If anything happens to it, I’ll kill you,” CL growled. “Film Production is my best class, and I can’t pass it without my camera!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Taec said, lightly punching her. “Chill. We’re responsible adults, right Yoo?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Well, Yoo, now that we’ve got a camera and a script, courtesy of Junsu, do you think you’re gonna be able to do this?”
“Sure! I have a feeling I’m gonna like this.”
For two hours, Taec filmed Yoona act out a short film, playing all the parts. She was really, really good, and Taec didn’t hesitate in telling her so.
“Really? I had so much fun. And I felt the adrenaline! Taec, I think acting’s the thing for me!” She jumped into his arms, and he held her tight, breathing in her mixed scent of washing detergent, violets, and lilacs.
He didn’t want to let go, so he hesitated when she pulled back slightly.
“So…what now?” She asked quietly.
Taec pushed a piece of flyaway hair behind her ear. “I think it’s high time we discovered you.”
With that, he tilted her chin upwards and pulled her towards him, kissing her strongly as the same person from earlier watched on.
**
Junho pulled away from the balcony door, wishing he hadn’t followed WooYoung to see what the fuss was about. Once again, they’d neglected to include him in the conversation. And what was so big that NichKhun couldn’t tell them, but could go share it with that G-Dragon kid?
Was it as big as his secret, or possibly, worse?
He just kept getting more and more hurt by his friends’ actions
He heard approaching footsteps and ran away before anyone could discover him eavesdropping.
**
“Girls, I have an announcement!”
Yuri, SooYoung, and Sunny looked up from what they were doing and stared at Jessica, who was beaming.
“We have an addition to our group. Say hello to Park Bom! She’s recently started dating T.O.P., who is undoubtedly one of the hottest guys in the fourth year, and I saw it fit for her to join us. Introduce yourself.”
“I’ve never heard of T.O.P.,” Sunny said, scrunching up her face.
“You know that sullen but super-cute kid that walks around quietly all the time?” Yuri said. “That’s him.”
“You haven’t heard of him because you’re one of those third years who have low standards, like SooYoung with her Woobsession,” Jessica said.
SooYoung rolled her eyes and didn’t even bother to fight back. “You’re a third year too, smart one. Only Yuri and Yoona are seniors.”
“Speaking of, where’s Yoona?” Sunny asked, her eyes gleaming.
SooYoung shot her a “don’t-start-anything” look, which she took no notice of.
“Wasn’t she supposed to come back from the gym half an hour ago? Hmm…Suspicious…” Sunny continued, grinning wickedly.
“Maybe she’s with a friend. Why’s it any of our business?” SooYoung stared long and hard at Sunny, making it very clear that she’d pay for this.
“Probably with Taec,” Yuri said, stretching.
Jessica’s mouth was set in a straight line. “We’ll deal with that later. Now, Bom, you’ll sleep on the top bunk, and in fifteen minutes, Yuri and I are going through your clothes for an inspection. If you’re gonna hang with us, you gotta look like us.”
Bom shook her head, her long red hair flowing.
“Also, the eyeliner’s gotta go. You look like a kindergartener tried to color on your eyes with a crayon.”
SooYoung smiled at Bom sympathetically, wishing her the best of luck with her eyes.
It wasn’t easy to get in their group, but it was much harder to stay in.
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