First Time • Myoui Mina

FT 46

"Listen, bro. I love you and all of that but I am genuinely terrified of Miss Pretty so if she asks, I'll just tell her that whatever punishment she sees fit for you, I fully support her as a feminist and her fan." Seulgi slurs in an almost petrified tone from the other line of the phone.

Y/N scoffs as she presses her phone between her ear and shoulder as she frantically opens the door of the Ferrari Roma Mina had given to her before throwing her coat carelessly onto the passenger's seat.

Thankfully, when Y/N came back to their dorm, it was deserted and eerily silent just like how it should have been in the first place and to be frank, the relief she felt was something no one could understand other than her.

"You're such a little shit, Seul. Have I ever told you that?" She grumbles out jokingly, starting her car and hearing its engine let out a satisfying sound. For a second, she got distracted by the sound and the feeling of throwing up disappears.

But it doesn't take long before she snaps out of it when Seulgi starts to speak again, albeit a little cautious, "Y/N, are you sure talking to Mina right now is a good idea? She seems mad and upset."

"I don't know, I'm not so sure if she knows about it already. I need to explain things to her before she misunderstands." Y/N sighs. She's been trying to contact Mina but her messages weren't sending and her phone was unattended.

"Anyway, I have to drive. Talk to you later. Bye."

"Text or call me, okay? I need to know if I should start arranging your requests for your burial and get the list of who not to invite—"

"Goodbye, Seul!" Y/N cuts her best friend off with an annoyed tone and hangs up once she hears a wholehearted chuckle from the other line.

Y/N searches for a familiar person's contact and presses the call button before connects her phone to the car's bluetooth system, allowing her to back up from the university's parking lot as she awaits for the other party to pick up.

"Miss Y/N, is there anything I can help you with?"

Y/N reaches a sharp turn which prompts her to pause for a moment, "Ryujin? I'm sorry to call so suddenly but are you with Mina right now? I'm having trouble reaching her and I'm worried."

"No worries, Miss Y/N. President Myoui is on her way home now. Her ETA would be in around twenty minutes. The rest of the team are travelling by land." Y/N could hear the subtle sound of a car engine in the background and presumed that Ryujin was indeed inside a moving car.

"By land? What do you mean? Is she not with you?"

"President Myoui is on a helicopter, Miss Y/N. That may be the reason why you are having trouble reaching her with the instability of the signal."

Oh no.

Mina knows already.

Why else would she be riding a helicopter just to get home?!

It takes all of Y/N sanity and self control to stop herself from flooring the brakes when she reaches a stoplight, and she does it slowly, thankfully.

Her hands grip the steering wheel so tightly in front of her that her knuckles were practically exposed as she takes a deep breath, millions of thoughts entering and exiting her mind in a span of seconds.

Y/N internally winces when she realises that Mina, who always gives updates on her whereabouts, did not even inform her about riding a helicopter. That alone shows either how upset she was, or that she was in a hurry she forgot.