THE LEGENDARY HOT GIRL | ATEEZ 18+

21 | PLEASE DON'T BE MAD AT ME

"So he found a girl?" I ask, clinging my arm with Wooyoung as we walk through the hotel. Seonghwa follows far behind with Yunho but I speak delicately anyways. I wouldn't put it past Yunho to have supernatural hearing along with his other inhumane abilities that were far past abnormal.

Wooyoung nods. "Some American girl, I think they're in the room by now," he says.

"Ah, how despicable. He should've got you one too," I sigh in exaggerated disappointment. I was only trying to make Wooyoung feel better since he was visibly upset.

Wooyoung shakes his head. "I can get my own, I don't have a problem in that area," he tells me. "It's supposed to be a family vacation not him hooking up with girls trip. I swear he does this all the time, I think he's just trying to see how many ethnicities he can sleep with since all the other girls were different ones."

It seems that Jongho and San would get along quite well.

"Okay well that doesn't matter because you have me now," I pat his arm.

"Aren't you supposed to be clinging onto my brother instead?"

I glance at Seonghwa and he's still concerned with whatever Yunho's saying. I let out a loud, exaggerated sigh. To be honest, I didn't give a fuck about whether or not Seonghwa wanted to hang out with me— All I needed was to be taken care of. So as long as he continues to fuck me and stuff my wallet, I could care less.

"Your brother isn't exactly the type to have anyone dangling off his arm," I say. And I wasn't the type to be anyone's arm candy either. Earlier, Seonghwa really pulled a dick move saying that shit to me and I wasn't having it.

Wooyoung grabs a plate and fills it up for me as per usual, loading it with fruits and vegetables. I peer over the buffet and examine everything that's available. From the American cuisine to the traditional Japanese delicacies, this restaurant had it all. I, however, couldn't work up an appetite after what just happened.

I've never felt this famished yet unable to eat since Seoul Fashion Week.

I waltzed around, looking at anything and everything that caught my eye.

And just when I thought this trip couldn't have gotten any worse, a familiar face appears in my peripheral vision and I'm suddenly brought to a visible frown. The female's gaze catches mine and we both look nothing less than vultures waiting to attack one another. I approach the bitch with a snarky smile.

"Looking for round two?" I ask her.

Abi crosses her arm, raising her nose in the air. "Just so you know, my lawyers are sending over a lawsuit any day now."

I instantly laugh at her statement. "That really made my day," I nod. This bitch was hilarious. If a whole murder accusation wasn't enough to land me in jail, what the hell was assault going to do— especially if she was the one who attacked me first? It's quite  evident that this bitch delusional.

"Noona-" Wooyoung freezes upon seeing Abi who also mirrored the same expression. They then both turn to look at me. "Do you know her?" asks Wooyoung.

I nod. "She's the crazy bitch that attacked me at school," I tell him.

Wooyoung frantically blinks as if he's having a difficult time adjusting to my words. He then turns to Abi and they both stare at one another as if communicating through magnetic wavelengths. The two exchange peculiar looks with one another before Wooyoung decides to speak up once again.

"We should go," Wooyoung tugs my arm but I don't budge.

He knows something.

He doesn't want me to know.