unnie line's chatroom (a.k.a a case of mafia and broken trusts)
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i_nayoung said:
I should've known better than trusting my brother on anything, even game suggestions.
A/N: since more than half comments in dongsaeng line's chatroom asked for the unnie line chatroom to also be exposed (lmao), I present a short sequel-ish unnie line chatroom to you guys! :D midterm exams are just a week away so I would probably not update anything for the next two or three weeks so *sweats* consider this an advanced apology.
pairing: I'm not sure if I'm sailing the ships or breaking them in this fic but--sechung, napink, dodaeng. ha.
also, sorry for kicking you out from the last chatroom. mina forced me to.
g9_mina said:
STOP BLAMING ME FOR THINGS YOU MADE ME DO, IRRESPONSIBLE AUTHOR!
wha--how did you get here, mina?? I... *shakes head* sheesh, they're everywhere...
all in all, happy reading! ^^
p.s.: chatroom not uploaded yet, but will do within today. o7
p.s.s.: as it turned out, I couldn't get it together to upload on Sunday, and I don't know how long the formatting will take, but hopefully it'll be up before weekends come by again. sorry :(
Foreword
"Nayoung unnie, Mina is hungry!" Mina whined from the living room.
Nayoung exited her room with a sour expression, approaching Mina with fisted hands. Under her breath she muttered, it's just a game, Nayoung, and you're mature enough, she stopped in front of Mina and let out a long sigh.
"N-Nayoung unnie?" Mina squeaked. Her gaze fixed on the Nayoung's tight, raised fist. "Are you... on your period?"
Nayoung forced her fingers and shoulders to relax. Nayoung, smile. She smiled. That's it. Maintain for more than ten seconds. "What do you want to eat, Mina?"
Mina still eyed the stiff fingers, sweating nervously under Nayoung's gaze. "I want... fried... chicken..."
"The dead one?"
"Yes..." Mina eyes widened, "What! I mean, of course it's dead, it's fried, unnie. What in the world??"
Nayoung shook her head, "Right... sorry about that. Seasoned? Honey mustard? Garlic? Spicy?"
Mina gulped. "Umm... I think we can order half spicy and half honey mustard...?"
"Half spicy as Hell and half honey bast—I mean, mustard, then..." Nayoung muttered to herself, taking out her phone. Mina sweatdropped, trying to ignore the almost slip of tongue, and trying to assure herself that Nayoung didn't mean to say the 'as Hell' part, at least not out loud.
"Ummm unnie... do we need to perhaps order something else? Jjajangmyeon? Chungha unnie likes jjajangmyeon--"
"No," Nayoung snapped.
Mina gasped in shock, her jaw hanging low.
Nayoung quickly recovered. "Sorry, Mina, I mean, no... I don't think we need to order jjajangmyeon but... you know what? Fine, let's order some jjajangmyeon too." Nayoung sighed, "You're mature enough, Nayoung, mature enough..."
Mina decided to settle with a nod, not commenting on the monologues Nayoung seemed to keep having today. She rose from the couch and excused herself to the bathroom, suddenly wanting to pee, from sheer afraidness or just biological needs, Mina honestly didn't know.
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