A/N: Would u guys prefer dark or light genre of this story?
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The next day, I attended the club's activity for the sake of my grades. I've heard from certain someone that participation depends on your grades. In crucial moments, this club needs me.
Unfortunately, that triggers a chain reaction.
As I was sitting on my chair, Sana poured me a hot tea like a VIP servant that she is. "Here, drink some tea, Y/N,"
"Good work," I compliment in a bossy tone as I take the cup and carefully sips.
"Huh? Look who came to the club room?" The disgusted, opposing voice came from Momo on the sofa who literally claimed the sofa all by herself.
"I don't think I deserve being treated like shit when I saved your club's ass," I point out and strangely, both Mina and Sana agreed.
"Y/N's right, Momo. Give it a rest," Sana says.
"Exactly, after all... It's not like that peasant has any courage to mess with us," Mina, who is beautiful as usual was sitting at a table that seemed to be a place for 'Leaders' or the club president.
"Tch, anyways. When will Nayeon be here?"
Before the club activities, Nayeon was introduced to our class and everyone seemed to like her. Well, of course, she's a celebrity.
"Aren't we supposed to be the one who will tour her? This is a Helper's Club, right? What's the purpose of this club when our classmates the ones who toured her around?" I tell.
"What can we do about it? Helper's Club has a poor reputation," Mina answers for me.
"No, I doubt about that... or maybe someone here is just so lazy to do that--" When I speak that without magically thinking, the three of them, gazed away with guilt.
"Seriously...?" I can't with this club anymore.
"Y/N, you almost finished your tea! Sh-shall I pour you another one?" Sana looks way too awkward to be formal and I wondered who forced her like this.
"Oh, Sana. By the way, about yesterday..."
"Yesterday?" It suddenly turned out into a casual conversation until...
"I haven't finished telling you stories yet and it troubles me. I was wondering if I can have your number so we can talk outside from the school,"
Momo and Mina's eyes widened. The severed cough came from Momo, who had drank the tea and choked in surprise. To them, it seems that I was bragging and all but that's not it.
"S-since when did Y/N have the courage to ask a phone number to a young girl..? That caught me off guard... I thought Y/N was just a lowly peasant," Momo stammered loudly.
"I heard you..." I tell.
"I forgot my phone today!" Sana shrieks when checking her bag.
"Who forgets their fucking phone? They're the ones who give us life," I say.
"I-I'll give you my number so easy..!" Sana replies.
Mina's eyes had been shooting us and so she smirks, "While we're at it, why don't you have my phone number as well, Y/N?"
"Give me an essay of five sentences as to why I should give you my number," I glance at the smart girl Mina.
