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The ringing in her ear snapped her awake from her slumber. Snatching her phone from her bedside table, her hushed voice was raw as she scolded the caller.
"Lee Seokmin, if I find you calling me in fucking 5 o'clock in the damn morning again, I will hang you."
His chuckle rang from the receiver. "I will gladly take that chance if it means that I can take you on a date today."
His words made Huiyin stop in her tracks. Heat rushed to her face as she harshly told him, "Seokmin, don't you dare think that we have to pretend. I give no shits about what the article says."
"Well, it's a good thing I'm not joking," the sound heavy footsteps were the background to his voice. "Get ready, I'm waiting for you at your door."
Huiyin smiled, knowing that he was probably lying to her face right now until she heard the doorbell ring from outside her bedroom. Scrambling to get out of bed, she threw on the closest pair of clothes before rushing out of the room to reach the front door.
Too late; Miran beat her to it.
The maknae looked between her eonnie and their sunbae, realizing what was going on. With a laugh, she pushed the Chinese member out of the dorm, saying "Be back before 10 tonight" before slamming the door shut.
The two looked at each other, Seokmin flashing a smile at Huiyin's blushing face. The girl punched her friend in the shoulder, before grabbing his hand and leaving the complex.
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Miran leaned against the front door, just pushed Huiyin-eonnie out for a date with Seokmin. The girl smiled, loving how she was potentially matchmaking her members with their closest friends. Just before Huiyin came running down, Vernon-sunbaenim came with Seokmin-sunbaenim to visit Minjun.
The smile was wiped off her face when she remembered Chan-sunbaenim's confession and request. Her heart ached as she realized that she would soon have to do the same with him. There was nothing wrong with SEVENTEEN's maknae; it was her that was the problem.
Miran's new phone vibrated from her pocket, alerting her of an incoming call. As soon as she saw the caller ID, a scowl burned her face. Harshly accepting the call, she was filled with disgust at his voice.
"Miran, baby," their manager's voice echoed from the receiver. "Come help me. I have a little bit of a... problem." The man's moan disturbed her greatly.
The girl's stomach clenched in fear, wondering what he could possibly ask of her as horrendous images flash by her vision.
Miran finally got her body to calm down. "Deal with it yourself."
A groan sounded from the phone while painting laid as the undertone. "You don't need to come," he chuckled as she could hear the sheets rustle. "Just do as you always."
Disgust for herself and the man ran through her veins as she walked to the studio room. She locked the soundproof room as soon as she entered, turning the light on the outside to signal that it was in use.
She sat herself down on the chair, bringing a bottle of lotion to act as a decoy. As soon as she was settled, she started what she had promised.
