In Nine Days

Chapter 4 - Pretend, Let's?

Day Two

It was a sunny day in Seoul, and at seven in the morning, many people were already bustling about. There was the chirping of birds in the air, and the colorful flowers dotting the fields everywhere. There were shop owners opening up their stores on every corner, and civilians and cops alike strolling around, either to go to training, run errands or just dilly-dally. To most people, this was just a typical spring day, with nothing special to do, and no need to hurry.

Sana was one of those people.

When she woke up that morning, she never really wanted to do anything, except maybe go back to sleep, and have a hearty, delicious breakfast afterwards. Then, read some medical books. Then, tidy up her kinda-messy apartment. She hadn't cleaned it in days, and she knew if she prolonged the cleaning any further, it was soon going to be unbearable to live in. She hated living in messy places, and she knew the time to clean it was today.

But of course, a few more winks were in order.

With a great, big yawn, Sana stretched her arms in the air, working the kinks out of her muscles. She was pleased to notice that she didn't have a hangover which was very likely, considering she hadn't really drunk that much last night. It was Chaeyoung who had gotten unbelievably wasted and had proceeded to yell to everyone within hearing distance about the so called Sana and Tzuyu love affair. Minju, having been drunk herself, had actually joined in. It was quite hilarious, really if she wasn't the topic. But because she was, she had no choice but to bop them in their ridiculous little heads, and proceed to drag them home with Jackson and JB's assistance.

She had a feeling Chaeyoung's little announcement was going to be the talk of the town today.

Not that she minded much.

In a way, she knew it was going to be a big help in her plan of making Tzuyu fall in love with her, and winning the bet. True, she didn't exactly know how it was going to help but she was a smart girl, wasn't she? She could think of something. She could make it to her advantage.

Of course, unless the fan girls murdered her first.

Let them try, those bitches!

Ignoring her inner self, as it ranted on and on about ways to torture said fangirls, Sana tried not to think about such complicated nonsense anymore, and shut her mind into oblivion. It was her day-off, and she wanted to spend it with as much relaxation as possible. She smiled to herself, lying back down on the soft mattress. She snuggled comfortably in her covers, sighing. She closed her eyes, her mind now deliciously blank, and the drowsiness coming back. The world was slowly fading away.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

She opened her eyes with a snap.

And snarled at the door.

Okay, so she wasn't really a morning person.

Who was, when the weather was this cozy?

"Ignore it," she muttered to herself, closing her eyes back and snuggling deeper into the blankets. Maybe if she ignored it, whoever the stupid person knocking this early was—would just go away, and assume that no one was home. Or that the resident inside was still asleep. Or—

BAM! BAM! BAM!

—maybe she could just strangle said knocking person.

With a growl, Sana threw the covers off her body—she immediately shivered, as the morning air swept through her thin, white tank top and soft silk shorts. Placing her feet off the bed, she shivered again, as her bare soles touched the cold, hard floor. She blindly rooted around for her fuzzy slippers, the one with pink little bunny designs on them.