GIRLS ON TRACK || Ryeji

Chapter 13: A Surprise Family Dinner

Rosé's P.O.V

"This is Attorney Park Chaeyoung speaking..." I accepted a call from one of my clients, "Would you specify what kind of case is that, sir?" I hummed as I typed on the desktop computer, pressing the landline phone between my cheek and my shoulder.

"This case would take about 6 months to file an appeal to the court," I informed with a professional tone, "Furthermore, you need to gather more evidence about the crime." They keep talking, I keep listening.

"Yes, I will look into it, sir," I promised the caller and glanced at a pile of papers on my desk, "Thank you for calling." The call was disconnected.

I stretched out my limbs and cracked my knuckles. I feel like grabbing a cup of Sumatra coffee and croissants. Then, I glanced back and forth between the insurmountable pile of paper works that I need to sign up and the clock on the wall. It's still 11 in the morning. Well, these paper works can wait, but not my stomach. Thus, I got up from my seat and grabbed my coat from the hanger before twisting the door knob.

"You're going already?" My assistant asked, peeking from the computer that's covering half of her face.

"Gotta grab a cup of coffee and some desserts," I replied and left the office.

As usual, I drove to the best bakery in the neighborhood, which is The Choissant owned by one of my daughter's schoolmates. Speaking of her, she's still at school, so I probably won't meet her there. She and her friends also love coming to The Choissant. Should I buy some mocha breads for her to eat at home? Alright, I will.

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Seulgi's P.O.V

"That would be 7,000 won, ma'am," the cashier informed, so I slid my credit card through the slot of the cash machine on the counter, "Thank you for your purchase." I smiled at the cashier and proceeded to leave the place.

Wait. Is that?

"Oh my god. Is that you, Chaeyoung-ssi?" I exclaimed with excitement when I met a blonde lady sipping on her coffee at a table.

"Seulgi-ssi?" She stood up from her seat and welcomed me into a hug. "How have you been? Please take a seat."

"Well, we just moved to Seoul a month ago," I replied as I took a seat opposite her.

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?" She pouted.

"I thought you were busy and I didn't want to bother you," I chuckled, scratching my nape.

"I wonder why Ryujin didn't tell anything to me either. Maybe we haven't had a proper conversation yet," Chaeyoung mused, her eyebrows knitted together.

"Haha yeah... Maybe." I let out an awkward giggle. I guess she doesn't know what happened between our daughters.

Yeji came home with bloodshot eyes and a puffy face. She immediately ran into my embrace when I asked her what happened.

"Mom, I messed up everything," she sobbed and buried her face in my chest, "We're over."

"Is it because you texted Ryujin's mom using my phone?" I inquired.

"H-how did you know?" She sniffed.

"I got a message from Chaeyoung a few hours before the competition," I told her before questioning, "Why didn't you guys tell me that she didn't want Ryujin to participate?"

Afterward, she opened up everything to me, starting from Ryujin's eagerness to dance to her insecurities after overhearing Changsung oppa and my conversation. I tucked her in bed and watched her sleep after she passed out from all the crying. I've never seen my daughter so broken-hearted like this before. I admit that I was disappointed to find out that she lost a friend like Ryujin, but I didn't scold her because she was already having a hard time.