ozone 》TWICE

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PARK JIHYO'S P.O.V.
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Jinyoung is silent, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted as he skims across the screen. He nods suddenly, a small smile finally coming onto place on his lips. I lean over the desk, scanning over the information.

"This is good, then?" I question, my eyes stopping under Momo's name.

"It allows us to know that she won't do something she'll regret," Jinyoung confirms. "None of the eight young women at your home are mature yet, therefore these tests were required. I chose Momo because of the reports that she was aggressive, and you told me that Kim Dahyun had an anxiety attack. She is good at controlling certain emotions I've noticed, but she lacks stability."

"If you were using aggression as an excuse to test them, why didn't you schedule Jeongyeon first?" I walk over to Jinyoung's coffee pot, pouring myself another mug.

"Jeongyeon can't be trusted alone with Somi. Especially not with Momo because Jeongyeon will see everything as a threat." She already does.

"So she's coming with me?" I flinch at both the idea and the hot, bitter liquid.

"I trust you, so yes. We could get Nayeon to go as well since my plan is to split them all into groups of two. She trusts you, doesn't she?" Jinyoung's fingers rest on the keyboard, ready to type away. I clear my throat and set the mug down.

"She seems to." Translation: yes she does. And I'm happy about that. I trust that Jinyoung won't use this information poorly.

"It's settled then."

"You know best," I reply. "Is that all you needed for today?"

"In honesty, no. But you have eight women to tend to, don't you?" My eyes widen slightly, and suddenly all I can do is beg and pray that they haven't trashed the dorm or somehow escaped. I usher out an apology and swear under my breath as I dial Jackson's number down the elevator. He's fast to respond, meeting me outside of the first floor in one of the company's vans. He understands because he's been through the same situation as me. I'm just hoping that it won't end like his did (his group threw his clothes out the window and then proceeded to spray paint his walls and bed. The images were... obscene to say the least). 

I thank Jackson before jogging up the stairs and into the building where the dorm is. As I open the door, I sigh in relief though no one is anywhere to be found. I bite my inner lip and silently pray once more. It's my own fault for not thinking this through, even if Jinyoung needed me urgently.

It's silent for a couple of seconds before Sana darts out from the hallway, Jeongyeon on her heels sprouting newly blue hair. She swears multiple times, in both Japanese (if it's the same she should be) and Korean and I can only rub my face.

"I leave you alone for an hour," I interrupt as Jeongyeon grabs onto Sana. Sana freezes up and Jeongyeon smirks. "Sana, did you do this?"

"Do what?" Sana laughs, but it's guilty.

"You know what."

"Maybe," she smiles again, wriggling out of Jeongyeon's grasp. "She looks cute, doesn't she?"

"Fuck off," Jeongyeon rolls her eyes. "That's fine. Chaeyoung and I are gonna kick your ass later."

"Chaeyoung is barely tall enough to make a person!" Sana argues. I almost laugh.

"Have you seen her muscles though? That fucking girl is literally ripped-"

"You two can argue later. How long should it stay?" I walk closer to Sana and she bites her lip.

"Uh, I don't know. I didn't really check for anything like that."

"For Christ's sake," I groan. "You two are children!"