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BYUNGHUN'S DUEL

                The next day started out really simple. Lexi woke up at ten after the very eventful MC comeback stage, where apparently, everyone decided it was most appropriate to make her suffer the whole night. As if that wasn't enough, she was forced into an afterparty where the only people she knew ended up dead drunk and slobbering. Now to top it off, being the only sober one(except for Dong Ho, who had enough brains to stay well away from the alcohol), she had to drive the lot of them home. She had successfully done that -and had been about to celebrate with a huge snorefest when it turned out the six boys -plus Xander, were too hammered to even figure out where the keys were. Dong Ho told her it was Eli, who smiled in a drunken daze and pointed at AJ -who in turn held up a hand and lifted a flowerpot. Lexi had been about to reach into it when AJ suddenly deemed that time appropriate to gag and spew his dinner into it. Well, you get the idea.

                So she gave up and drove them over next door to her apartment -and with the help of quite a few interested bellhops, successfully dumped UKISS on her couch, the floor, by the door, under the kitchen table and wherever else she can find that worked. And so her simple day went sort of like this: she walked down to the living room and heard a low groan. She was ready to panic when she remembered what had happened the night before, and guessed that one of the zombies had woken up.

                'Where are we?' AJ had his head on his hands.

                'Welcome to hell,' Lexi answered, standing at the foot of the stairs.

                The boy almost jumped, then seemed to recover himself as he grinned. 'Ah. But what are you doing here angel?' He waggled his eyebrows like a vaudeville. 'Did something naughty, did you?'

                She cursed at him, not minding what his reaction would be. 'Speaking of naughty. I guess you're off the nice list now, after filling your flower pot with your dinner.'

                Someone chuckled from the floor. It was Eli, who had been most dead drunk of the lot. He stood up and wobbled over to Lexi. 'What exactly did we do?'

                The girl glanced at Kiseop, who was drooling on her couch. She made a face. 'Do I have to answer that?'

                'Oh, wow. We're at your penthouse,' he muttered, looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him.

                'Yeah.' She dragged him up. 'Kick those hungover butts up. I don't like hanging around.' Then she walked towards the kitchen, where Dong Ho had made himself at home with her Froot Loops. He must have sensed a whole lot of wigging coming his way, because he pointed at the coffee maker and announced. 'I made coffee.'

                Eli watched them from the kitchen then personally made sure they were all up. Which consisted mainly of kicking butts, pulling hairs and tickling noses -crude but effective. All of them had the same 'where-the-hell-am-I' look on their faces when they opened their eyes, which he answered with a jab of his thumb towards the kitchen-slash-dinner table. Thankfully, although they had been thoroughly hammered the night before, they didn't need further explanations.

                'Dead drunk deserve Jamaican!' Lexi announced from where she sat as she watched the lot of them walk doggedly towards her -exactly like zombies.

                'Why are we here?' Kiseop asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

                The girl nodded and gestured grandly at him. 'Exactly. Why don't we ask AJ what happened to the key?'