“You’re probably wondering why I called you here.” the raven-haired girl spoke with her back turned to her.

In truth, Jeongyeon did have a vague idea of why Nayeon had texted her 3 words, and 3 words only. ‘My room. Now.’

She hadn’t meant to do it, or so she says to herself. It was just last night and she was fumbling in the dark because she needed to go to the bathroom but was too lazy to turn on the lights.
And that’s when her hand caught something soft, but still firm, and was definitely not a piece of furniture. She was sure because she gave it a squeeze for good measure.
She heard a shrill ‘’Eeep!’’ and Jeongyeon could hear herself cursing in her mind. She knows that voice from anywhere. Consider herself dead.

Before Nayeon could speak again, Jeongyeon blurted out,  “Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your . It was an accident.”

Nayeon turned to face her, revealing champagne being poured into two glasses and with a dejected look on her face said, “What do you mean an accident?”