20: Sunday Lunch with Sakura

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Chaeyeon's POV:

I was done cooking lunch when Chaeryeong and Ryujin arrived. I butted in on their conversation and even told my sister that Sakura fainted because of Post Traumatic Stress, when she only fainted because she cried hard and of what? Because of Yujin and Minjoo's skinship episodes playing out in front of her. It maddened me to know what went on with her Jurina, if I could, I would beat Jurina to her death for hurting Sakura. She didn't have to play Sakura for a fool, Sakura was the nicest girl in AKB48 and HKT48, I know because I've gotten a chance to meet them as a group, some of the girls were full of themselves then some are snotty. Unlike Sakura who received her fans warmly with a warm smile plastered on her face as if it was truly her pleasure to be seeing the fans. Sakura was always the nicest among her group of untalented kids. I was briefly brought back out of my reverie when Chaeryeong spoke to me.

"Unnie, do you want to go with Ryujin and I to the museum after lunch?" Chaeryeong asked me.

"I'd rather stay in my dorm, sorry Chaer." I replied to her.

I wasn't in the mood to go anywhere, I just wanted to plan a murder against Jurina. My expression must've told her of my plans because not even a moment has passed Chaeryeong naggingly replied to me and said.

"Is it about your crush?" Chaeryeong asked with air quotes.

I only nodded at her and she pulled me out of Sakura's dorm. She dragged me to the balcony at the other end of the hall. Once we were on our own, my sister pulled me into a hug.

"Unnie, you can tell me what's bothering you about Sakura Unnie."

"I want to murder Matsui." I replied to her.

"Jurina?" Chaer asked me.

"Yes her. She filmed Sakura kissing her naked. I want to kill her with my bare hands. I want to strangle her with my hands." I told Chaeryeong.

"Unnie, don't murder her by strangiling her. Be a global star, beat AKB48 in the charts. I know you're upset, but protect Sakura Unnie against Jurina and the antis instead of murdering Jurina." Chaer said giggling.

I huffed out some air and stayed in Chaeryeong's hug.

"Aigoo, my oldest sister thinks she's a toughie, I wouldn't allow you to murder someone regardless if they were someone who hurt me or Sakura Unnie, Unnie, stop thinking about Jurina and focus on your training and Sakura Unnie's training, I feel you will debut this time with WM, the anger you have to the world and to everyone who took Yerin away from you, those are long over things. Move forward, Unnie and don't waste your time sulking over things you had no control of, stop spending everyday being mad at someone and the world. For me, please do it for me, Unnie. The reporters are asking me how have you been since leaving JYP." Chaeryeong said.

My younger sister knew about everything and all the madness in me that came after losing Yerin. After all the sacrifices I had to make for my future as an entertainer, I felt seen by my younger sister. Being the Unnie out of us two, I quickly realized I should stop right then and there, it wasn't a good example to set for Chaeryeong. I looked up at my younger sister and gave her a smile.

"Unnieeee! Let's have lunch, I'm famished." Chaeryeong said smiling at me.

"Aigooo my baby sis is hungry? Gosh, bad Unnie, keeping her baby sis hungry. We should go before my baby sis turns into a monster." I replied to Chaeryeong with a chuckle and walked back to Sakura's dorm.

Sakura's dorm was like mine, save for the furnitures inside. While mine had a 49" Inch Flatscreen TV, Mine was not a SmartTV like hers, while her pink leather couch was an L-Shaped Couch mine was a Navy Blue L-Shaped Couch and much longer than hers. Everything in her dorm looked feminine as opposed to mine that looked more masculine. I cringed at the number of pink stuff in her dorm and her bed sheets were the same, light pink with cherry blossom prints, she smelled of vanilla or honey. I just want to squeeze her whenever I smell her, because I find her smell a little intoxicating.

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