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What the hell had Seungmin been thinking when he suggested orange picking?
With a hurricane on the horizon, the weather was absolute garbage. The wind whipped the car around and around the whole drive, causing Minho to nearly swerve off the road twice. Rain slapped the windshield so hard it sounded like bullets, and everyone had to yell over the noise just to be heard.
Now that all sixteen of you were at the orange trees - the Seoul gang had gone in their van, and the Jeju group took Tessa's car - it was like dodgeball, but with fruit.
Everyone was bundled in raincoats and long pants, standing in the middle of the orchard, in a sad attempt at staying dry. You stood huddled next to Felix, whose arm was around your shoulders. He looked like a wet cat. A cute one, of course. You all ducked as humongous, juicy oranges threatened to knock you out.
"Holy shit!" Seungmin yelled, pulling Renee out of the way as a particularly large one nearly hit her in the head.
"This is all your fault, Kim Seungmin!" Riley cried as she pulled the black raincoat Tessa had lent her closer to her body. Of course, no one had packed raincoats, so the girls had to borrow them, and the boys had to buy them on the way.
"I didn't think about it when I asked Renee out!" Seungmin protested, pulling his hood on. "I thought it was going to be romantic!!"
"If one of us gets killed, it's gonna be blood on your hands!" Lanhua agreed, pointing at him, eyes squinted. She somehow looked perfect in her pearly white raincoat, a sodden gray beanie atop her head. "I just wanted oranges to make juice with back at home!"
