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Magic Island

Choi Beomgyu🎸

"Baby, nal teojil geotcheoreom anajwo geuman saenggakae mwoga geuri eoryeowo"

I was currently waiting for Yuna at the slushie place, 'Blue Orangeade'. I sit there ordered drinking a blueberry slushie, waiting for Yuna to show up. 

Well, I'm glad she atleast managed to make up with Jimin hyung. I wonder if we'll both manage to get work at the same place, or if we'll be separated. I already tried asking the manager over here if there were any empty spots open up for employment, but he had said no.

All of a sudden, the door gets swings open aggressively and I look up from my phone confused, still slurping my slushie, to see Yuna standing there, panting.

"I was so distracted, listening to Twice, that I missed my stop." She takes a breath. "I had to," she takes another, "get off at the next stop. I had to," another, "fucking run three blocks to get to you. I can't feel my legs. Oh, I'm cramping up. The stitches!" she groans, holding her side with both hands, her face a grimace.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SITTING THERE DOING NOTHING, SLURPING YOUR STUPID SLUSHIE INSTEAD OF HELPING ME!"

At that comment, I walk up to her, now crouched down on the floor, and hand her my slushie. "Oh, you're just like fucking Lee Suho right now," she pants.

"Who's that?" I question.

"Never mind, help me up." I nod.

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"Do you feel a bit better now?" I ask.

"I guess."

"Do you normally take two hours to recover from running?" I question curiously.

She glares at me, her ice cream dripping down from the cone.

"No comment then. Do you know the manager of Blue Orangeade? When I told him I was waiting for you, he gave me a free coupon. And then four more."

She smiles. "He loves giving out coupons to anyone actually. There was a time where his business wasn't doing so well, so I set up a band to play there weekly. Soon enough, his business boomed like crazy. Unfortunately, the band fell off, but atleast Mr Kim is still going strong."

"He's got really good slushies in here. That vanilla cake was delicious too."

"You like the vanilla cake too?" she gasps. "None of my friends like it so I thought I was the weird one." I smile lightly.

We walk in silence for a bit until, "So what exactly is your plan? I mean, why are we here?" I voice out my thoughts.

She turns around and walks backwards, facing me. "You've never been here before?" I shake my head. "Well then, this place is called Cheonsang Plaza. The reason we're here right now is because this is kinda like a huge hang out place, you know for teenagers and stuff. What better place to find decent jobs than Cheonsang? That's a rhetorical question by the way, don't answer that."

"As you can see," she continues, "there's department stores, cafes, restaurants- you get the idea. I mean, I'm sure we're bound to find someone who'll hire us part time, right? What, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Oh, I thought it was another rhetorical question," I answer.

She glares at me, not so subtly. Suddenly, she perks her head up, a determined look on her face, and looks at me. " By the end of this, we're gonna have so many places that will be in dire need of our employment, they'll be on their knees for it."

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"But I swear, we'll work really, really hard. I promise!"