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❝ugh, I cannot believe this. ❞ the blonde complained as she threw her phone across the messy confinement of her room. she gripped her hair in frustration. ❝fuck, this can't be happening. ❞
she bit her lip as she runs a hand through her worn out hair. she looked out of the window and straight into the direction of a certain person's house.
she stands up to grab her phone off of the floor, dialing someone on it. ❝you know that favor you owe me? yeah, I need it. now. ❞
the person on the other line suspects her for a minute before hesitantly agreeing. ❝m'kay, I'll see you tomorrow. ❞ the person on the other line was about to hang up when the blonde spoke again.
❝don't you dare mess this up again, if you do I'll make sure to end you. ❞ she threatens as the other person let's out a shaky "yes".
the blonde smiles sadistically in satisfaction. she hangs up and let's the phone fall onto the floor with a loud thud as she grabs a bottle of tequila off of a tiny table nearby.
❝just you wait, cho jiyoung, just you wait. ❞ she muttered as she took a large gulp of the tequila, laughing like a maniac after.
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❝ok, but what if I call myself yunjin? credits to my baby eunchae. ❞ jiyoung spoke as she crunched on her chips. the rest of the guys looked at her.
❝it would make sense, like, jisung is already called ji. that's definitely not on the list for nicknames I can take. ❞ she reasoned out as the rest of the boys nodded and let out long "ohhh" sounds.
❝ok then, jiyoung will be known as yunjin from now on. ❞ mark stood up, holding a spoon up to his lips, acting as if he was speaking into a microphone.
the rest of the boys soon pulled out their phones and began taping on them. ❝what are you guys doing? ❞ the brunette questioned them, her brows furrowed.
❝I have to come up with a new username for my fan account. ❞ jaemin told her, acting as if was the most obvious thing in the world.
❝I'm sorry, your what?! ❞ she stood up abruptly, her chips falling off her lap. ❝who else has one?! ❞ the brunette clasped a hand over her mouth as she stared at how the guys all slowly put their phones down.
❝even you, mark?! ❞ she pointed a finger at him, ❝I'm done, I'm leaving. ❞ she grabbed her bag of chips off the floor and started to make her way towards the door of the tiny practice room.
❝no, it's my fault. I was the one who forced them too❞ jaemin screeched as he ran in front of her, holding her shoulders in place.
