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Huiyin was busy on her phone, trying to ignore the freaking nanny who was glaring at her. She was furiously tapping her phone screen, her frustration flowing through her fingers and onto the screen.
It was currently 9:20 am, and today none of the idols has a schedule. Good for everyone, but Huiyin; for having Nanny Seokmin staring disapprovingly at her with her phone in her hands.
Grunting out her frustration, she pocketed her phone into her pajama shorts to throw her pillow at him. "Stop staring at me, you prick!"
Seokmin scoffed, pulling the pillow away from his face. Grinding his teeth, he stood up, pulled the girl along with him, and they both walked out the front door. Of course, they put on their shoes, because Seokmin decided that they needed a walk outside to some unknown place.
Huiyin struggled to follow the man only 16 centimeters taller than her. "Lee-oppa, where are we going?!" she whined, not liking that this silent oppa is expecting her to just follow him around.
The sunbae did not listen to the hoobae, and instead continued on to his destination.
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"An arcade?" Huiyin was in disbelief when she saw the familiar arcade that they would always go to during her trainee days. "You got mad at me for using my phone and brought me to an arcade?!"
Seokmin nodded, smiling. "Phones don't help your eyes," he tried reasoning, "but no one says anything about arcades!" Just like the child he is, he eagerly pulled his female partner into the just opened arcade with him.
Huiyin, getting rid of her rage, cracked her knuckles, challenging "Get ready to lose, Lee-oppa."
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Back in the dorms, half of the remaining idols there were asleep. The other half was up and about, exploring the fridge and changing into spare clothes. The awake maknae let their older members change and shower before them as a show of respect.
Chan woke up from his slumber, smelling Mingyu's wonderful cooking. Sitting up, he sees a few members of both groups skill sleeping and another few eating.
Jeonghan and Yuri find SEVENTEEN's maknae awake. "Chan-ah," Yuri says through a mouthful, "can you go get Miran from the studio room?" The male maknae nodded, before following his noona's directions to MIRACLE's recording room.
He found the door―ironically named 'Studio Door'―and knocked on it.
No answer.
Chan leaned in, trying to find any sounds behind the door. And in doing so, he heard a particular conversation.
"Leave them out of this," he could hear Miran say. "So what if I'm ruined; you can't touch them at all!" Silence as the person on the other line retorted back to her. "I'll do whatever your sick mind has in store, just don't touch them."
The end tone of a phone call was the best he could hear before the smashing of an object sounded through the door.
Chan decided that this was the best time to knock. And knocking he did.
The rustling inside stopped, before footsteps approached the door and swung it open to reveal his beautiful younger labelmate.
"Chan-sunbae-nim," Miran, with attractively disheveled hair, stated and not asked.
Chan snapped out of his small trance, nodding to her statement. "Yuri wanted me to get you for breakfast."
Miran turned to look at the clock inside the studio and in doing so, allowed Chan to see the broken phone that laid in pieces on the ground. Before he could closer inspect the shattered piece of technology, Miran returned.
"Well, it seems that morning has come," she says, a hand on the door. "Let me finish some work here and I'll―"
Chan didn't let her finish as he pushed past her. Miran watched as he kneeled next to her shattered phone.
Just as he was going to pick a piece up, Miran instantly stops him; but in the process, she cut her important ring finger on a sharp piece of glass.
Miran exclaims in pain while Chan tried to help her, but instead topples them both over. Miran couldn't decide if the pain was from her stinging finger or her aching back, but when she opened her eyes she saw Chan's face close to her own.
It was only for a second, but soon Chan scrambled off of her while also trying to help her up.
Miran didn't complain when Chan took her finger. She felt goosebumps rise and her cheeks heat up when he blew on her finger.
Chan looked at the blood rising from the cut and glanced up. "I don't have any bandaids with me," Chan looked out the door. "And I don't want to wake everybody up either."
Miran tried to stop him with her other hand. "It's okay, Chan-sunbae-nim. I'm sure we can―" She stopped talking, shocked at this turn of events.
Chan was licking the blood away, and at the same time, kissing her cut.
