𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒇 (𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑾)

27. Party

Liliana's POV

I don't know why Hyunjin has chosen to help me, befriend me. But without him, the sea would have been far more treacherous. I just hope the waves have finally calmed.

I sit on a stool by the kitchen counter, watching my teammates in their usual chaos.

Mariah is currently screaming at Seth Rollins to destroy Finn Balor on Monday Night Raw, the TV blaring their intense match. Luana, always the odd one, is passionately defending Finn, her voice equally loud. They're both yelling, their arguments filling the room with a wild energy.

Eliška, in the middle of it all, is trying to prepare a Czech dinner she promised we'd love, but she keeps scolding them to keep it down. Of course, they ignore her completely.

Chloe sits back, sipping some kiddie juice, her eyes following the back-and-forth with mild amusement.

Suddenly, Min-su storms in from outside, takes one look at the chaos, lets out an annoyed groan, and stomps off to her room. A moment later, we hear a loud bang as her door slams shut.

Chloe and I exchange glances. She rolls her eyes, and I can't help but smile. Min-su is such a 13-year-old boy sometimes, throwing tantrums like she's just hitting puberty.

I open the company group chat and see a few messages of support from my supporters.

"Don't give up #teamLiliana"

***

I meet Hana in front of the company building, and we walk to the locker room together. As we approach, the usual buzz of the day is muted, and I'm trying to brace myself for whatever drama might unfold. But what we find stops us dead in our tracks.

Queenie and her two minions, who have made my life miserable for weeks, are cleaning my locker. Yes, cleaning. I rub my eyes to make sure I'm not dreaming. They look up guiltily and quickly avert their eyes.

"What is this?" I ask cautiously, stepping closer. "Did JYP tell you to do this?"

"We're sorry," Queenie mumbles, her voice uncharacteristically meek.

I turn to Hana, whose jaw has practically hit the floor. "Did I just hear that right?" I ask, my disbelief echoing in my voice.

Hana nods, still wide-eyed.

Queenie drops the cleaning supplies with a clatter. "We're really sorry."

Her minions chime in, their apologies blending into one awkward chorus.

"We misunderstood you earlier. We thought you were trying to shine by getting Chan to notice you," Queenie explains, wringing her hands.

I give her a confused look. "Shine? Chan's attention? It looks more like Chan wants my attention," I reply, raising an eyebrow.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the girl to Queenie's right start to say something, but Queenie pinches her, effectively shutting her up.

"Right?" Queenie lets out a nervous laugh, quickly joined by the other girls. "But yesterday, we saw you were just trying to help your friend. You know, the whole company thinks you're a hero."

I mentally scoff at that. The group chat paints a very different picture.

"For all the times we bullied you, we're sorry. We did it because we didn't want trouble with Chan," the girl with curly hair admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Queenie adds. "But you showed us we could change."

"Can you please forgive us?" the last girl asks, her eyes pleading.