𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐀𝐓 [𝟏] 𝐃𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 || 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

POV Minho

Turn around.

Quickly.

Very quickly.

— Lee Know !

Not quickly enough, apparently.

— Oh, Daiyu ! I exclaimed as I turned around. What a surprise, I didn't see you coming.

I had totally seen her coming.

— Want to grab a drink at the dorm ?

— Oh, I have to go to work. Chan is very particular about punctuality.

Not at all. I wanted to visit the girls and talk to Shizuka about our part in the song. Well, that's the excuse I planned to use.

The real issue is that I saw Malee sneaking around the hallways last night. She looked like she was up to something, tiptoeing and glancing around, so I need to tell the leader.

— Don't worry, you need to rest sometimes. Take me as an example, as soon as I finish my work, I take a break.

Fake laugh.

Fake smile.

She grabs my wrist.

I'm sitting on a chair.

— Great, I hadn't finished my story about the movie. You know, before Ha-yoon tripped.

I raise my eyebrows hypocritically and sip my apple juice. Not my favorite, but focusing on the bitter taste will hopefully help pass the time faster.

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— Oh, you're back, Zuka ?

That nickname snaps me out of my daydream, and I lift my head from my glass —the third one I've poured myself— to look at the doorway. I catch Shizuka's, or Zuka's, gaze and she nods at me.

— Yeah, I finished writing the song with the girls earlier than expected.

— Where are they ? the Chinese girl inquires.

— Ha-yoon went to finish her choreography, and Sumalee went somewhere, I don't know.

That's it. That was my main goal, to talk about Sumalee. Not listen to serenades about "I'm so sad that Romeo doesn't end up with Juliet, this adaptation is so bad."

Honestly, I don't care about Romeo and Juliet.

— And you, why is Lee Know here ?

Ouch.

Translation : What's this idiot doing here ?

Maybe I'm exaggerating a bit...

— He wanted to talk, so I invited him over.

I blink several times. Maybe I almost fell asleep fifteen times in thirty minutes and forgot most of her story, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't me who wanted to talk.

Not to her, at least.

— Have a nice conversation then.

I watch her head to her room, and Dayu restart to talk.

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— Well, I'm going to go. It's getting late.

— You've only been here for an hour and a half ! Daiyu pouts.

I suppress a grimace, too nauseated, and bite my tongue not to tell her that it was already too long.

— Chan's waiting for me.