The unscripted scenario

Different strategies - Part 2

as I said - lonngg chapters hope you don't mind it ! (I can definitely shorten the amount of details so let me know if you think it could be quicker)

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At BEBE's Airbnb, everyone was busying themselves differently to finish the day. Minah was experimenting in the kitchen, questionable aromas filling the kitchen. Sowoen has went to the building's swimming pool to relax a bit. Meanwhile, Kyma and Cheche lounged on the sofa, scrolling through TikTok videos and sharing laughter over the latest trends. Lusher, always the responsible one, was busy with the laundry, ensuring that her practice clothes would be fresh and ready for the next day's rehearsals. Bada, seated on the sofa, was in chill mode, flipping through her phone and catching up on messages. However, she was eyeing suspiciously Tatter, who was running in the apartment looking respectively for her keys, hat, and changing pair of shoes. When she grabbed her jacket, her curiosity was piqued and Bada could not resist but ask:"Where are you going in such a rush like that?"

Tatter replied hastily, "I'm going to be late. I told Amaia I would meet her at the bubble tea place across the block. I really have to go now."

Bada's expression changed suddenly, as if she had heard the worst news of her life. She couldn't help but voice her concern. "Wait, what?" Tatter thought to herself, Dramaqueen. She looked at Bada as if she had grown another head. "What do you mean, 'what'? You heard me?". Bada, dead serious, replied "You're spending time with a rival when we could be training instead."

"OK, mom. I've worked hard all day, and it's great to make some connections outside the set! Plus it does not look any of us will be training tonight, we deserve some rest" Tatter said humorously, yet a bit defensive. But Bada was not letting it go "Listen, I don't doubt Amaia is a great person, but I'm not sure it's really safe."

"Are you afraid she's going to kidnap me ?" she couldn't help but chuckle at Bada's words, "What are you even on?"" she added, bewildered. Bada had already made up her mind and stood up, "OK, fine. I'll come with you then." Tatter was puzzled "Wait what? Why would you even want to come?".

"Well, I want to make sure your bubbly and talkative self does not spill any of our strategy to her", she replied, joking but serious. Tatter, still unsure questioned, "Are you serious right now? I get you always want the best for us, but this is going a bit too far, don't you think?"

"Tatter, I'm serious. I just find it surprising, and I can't help but wonder if there is not some hidden motive to the meeting. We are in a competition. So either I go with you, or you stay here", Bada said remaining resolute.

Tatter see it would be a dead-end if she did not made concessions: "Listen, I don't want any tension already in the team, and if going to grab bubble tea makes you mad at me, I will agree that you join me. But you do have to realize you're going a bit overboard." Bada, satisfied with the outcome, concluded, "Fine. I'll say it, but better safe than sorry. You know I won't change on that."

Shaking her head in disbelief, Tatter couldn't believe her ears. Her leader was truly getting paranoid in this competition. She hoped it was more of an alibi, and that deep down, Bada just wanted to grab bubble tea as well. The tension in the room was weird as both girls prepared to leave.

Lusher had observed the exchange between Bada and Tatter and couldn't help but feel a need to address the situation. She made a discreet gesture for Bada to come closer. Bada approached, and the two of them exchanged a few words. Lusher, trying to offer some perspective, raised her hand in a peaceful gesture.

"You are going to be worn out by the end of the first week if you keep mothering them, mothering us, like that". Lusher whispered, concern in her eyes both for Bada and the other girls. "It's OK and cute so far, but I genuinely worry the girls will take it as a lack of confidence in the long run."