trouble | gg apply fanfic

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"Remind me, what are we doing in this sketchy ass neighborhood in the middle of the day?" Yeeyoung muttered, kicking a pebble on the ground and sending it skidding into the alley's wall. The younger girl who never seemed to leave her side let out a cute laugh. "Oh come on unnie, it's just a small walk."

The brunette stretched, listening to the crack of her neck as she did so. "Kinda past my prime for that. Why didn't we just take a cab or something?" This got a series of laughs from the other girl, and Yeeyoung raised an eyebrow as if to ask what was so hilarious. "Arah?"

Arah stopped laughing long enough to breathe out one sentence. "Oh yeah, not even twenty and your life is already over. Next you'll be needing a walker." She snickered, playfully leaning on her unnie as she poked her in the ribs. "Maybe we should start looking into retirement homes?"

The older trainee scowled, batting the younger's fingers away from her side, but Arah intertwined their hands together with another one of her cute grins. "Don't worry unnie, I'll make sure to visit you every day."

A small smirk appeared on Yeeyoung's face. "And I'll make sure you're forever stuck in the chair right next to me." Both girls burst into laughter, holding onto each other as they continued to walk down the dingy alleyway.

Yeeyoung continued to kick every pebble that dared cross her path, and every once in a while, Arah would jab her fingers into the elder's side. Giving the brunette one last poke in the stomach, Arah began running away as fast as possible, ignoring the swears directed at her. "I told you needed a walker!"

As the maroon haired girl continued to run while looking back to see how far her pursuer was, she failed to notice the two figures that were walking in front of her in a slow pace. It was too late when she noticed the presence of the two other girls, and ran headfirst into one of them. The person she had crashed into flailed, pulling down the girl she was walking with down as well.

By the time Yeeyoung managed to catch up, Arah was on the floor along with the two other girls. One was spouting a volley of swear words and the other was sitting on the ground, calmly waiting for the red haired girl who had ran into her to get up. Rolling her eyes, the brunette walked up to the commotion, yanking Arah upwards.

The quiet girl flipped her blonde hair, letting out an annoyed sigh as she rose from the ground. She stuck out her hand towards Yeeyoung, seeming incredibly bored as she introduced herself. "I'm Son Yeorim, nice to meet you." The brunette took the hand she was offered, shaking it. "Son Yeeyoung."

Arah cut in, flinging herself onto the brown haired girl from behind. "You two have the same surname!" She gazed at the blonde girl from behind Yeeyoung's shoulders. "Wow, you're pretty." Yeorim raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything in response, only giving a small nod.

At this point the cursing girl had also gotten up, and was sending pointed glares to the others. Noticing the cold look the girl was giving everyone else, Yeorim signaled for her to introduce herself as well. Wearing an aloof expression, the short haired girl reluctantly did so. "Moon Ha-seon. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but it'd be a lie."

Yeorim face palmed, shaking her head. Arah, the youngest amongst the trainees currently here, didn't seem phased by the rudeness. On the other hand, Yeorim watched as irritation began to taint Yeeyoung's features, realizing they were playing in a room filled with gasoline while holding a lit matches in their hands, metaphorically of course.

The youngest seemed like the type of person to add even more fuel to the fire, further angering the girls present, so Yeorim decided to take control before Ha-seon and Yeeyoung decided to go at it. "Alright you guys, cool down. We don't have to like each other, but at least refrain from stabbing others until we find out why we're all here."

"Spoken like a true leader, too bad you're a kinda young for the title." All heads turned to the girl who had somehow managed to sneak up on them. A heavy silence settled over the street, everyone except Arah gazing at each other coldly, while the youngest was playing with a lighter.

The youngest looked up, curious about the sudden silence. Her eyes widened when she saw the person who had cut in. "Sooyoung unnie?" Before Yeeyoung could register what happened, Arah had left her closest friend's side and was hugging Sooyoung, her face buried into the older girl's chest.

Patting the younger girl's head, the black haired female also wrapped her arms around the redhead glued to her. Ha-seon smirked as she noticed the way Yeeyoung's stance instantly became more guarded at the sight of this, but decided to save that information for later, staying silent.

While all this was going on, Yeorim had gotten a call, and was milling around a few feet away from the other girls, talking in a hushed tone. She failed to notice a blob of orange and black pass her while she continued her conversation. The raven haired female only realized something was going on when a scream was heard along with loud laughter.

Minju was leaning on the building's wall, clutching her stomach as she lost herself in a fit of laughter. Yeeyoung on the other hand, was screaming out curses, trying to escape the two girls who were holding her back. Turning off her phone, Yeorim raised her eyebrows, asking for an explanation. 

Ha-seon and Sooyoung were too busy trying to keep the brunette from attacking the laughing prankster, so Yeorim turned to the red haired girl for an answer. Arah, who seemed to be in a playful mood, shrugged, putting a finger to her temple as she acted like she was trying to remember.

Sick an tired of everyone's antics, Yeorim grabbed the younger girl by the collar. Arah's eyes narrowed, her cute demeanor turning unforgiving in a second. Yeeyoung, who was still struggling against the two other girls' grip, sent her a murderous glare. "Yah Yeobitch, you have three seconds to let her go."

The last straw of Yeorim's patience vanished, and her grip on the redhead's collar tightening. "Don't ever fucking tell me what to do again." Realizing the older's attention wasn't on her, Arah took the chance to pull out a lighter, flicking it open right below the hand Yeorim was using to hold her.

A scream echoed around the alley as Yeorim was forced to let go, clutching her injured hand. During the commotion, Yeeyoung had managed to get free, and was holding Minju in a painful looking headlock. Sooyoung seemed to be yelling at Ha-seon, but Yeorim didn't really care. All she wanted to do was snap the youngest's neck.

Drowning out the noisy arguments going on around her, Yeorim fixed her gaze on Arah, who was looking at her with a smug expression. Just as she was about to advance, a monotonic voice was heard. "We're only ten minutes late and everybody wants to murder each other already."