The next morning was a lot to take in. Firstly, we started off the day with Seungcheol treating us to a breakfast feast consisting of cakes, tarts, mini sandwiches and freshly-squeezed juice, all courtesy of his maid. He made sure we were well-fed (trust me, Soonyoung and I practically stuffed ourselves and were more than well-fed) before he opened up about having interfered with the signal on purpose, so that Soonyoung's plans for Minghao could be realised in the haunted house, and the other Chinese boy would finally realise he cared more about his friend than anything. In fact, he showed us a text he got from Junhui that morning, stating in very rigid Korean phrases that the two of them had a good talk and were inseparable again. Soonyoung smiled and said Minghao sent something similar to him. 

As it turned out the driver was Jihoon, who decided to return Seungcheol the favour over the previous request and also the opportunity at the ball. The van seemed wrecked, but with some mysterious skill he possessed Jihoon was still able to maneuver it the way Seungcheol wanted it to - like an accident. All the while as he explained, Seungcheol's eyes never left me, looking especially apologetic as he did so. Soonyoung had to walk me to the activity room that morning, Sarah had attended class on my behalf (all the boys in class started thanking me through texts) since Seungkwan could lend her notes from their shared classes. My sprained ankle was the least of my worries though, as long as we the 5 S-es were in this room without tension or any sense of awkwardness again. When Soonyoung beat Seungcheol to the last cheese tart, I knew things were back to normal agian. 

Alright, maybe my sprained ankle was not the least of my worries. 

In fact, breakfast became the biggest of my worries. 

Me: Soonyoung, HALP

Kwon-idiot-young: What's up BUK? I'm in the library. 

Me: I think I can't fit into the dress.

Kwon-idiot-young: ...

Kwon-idiot-young: -.-

Kwon-idiot-young: I TOLD YOU

Kwon-idiot-young: YOU SHOULD HAVE GIVEN ME THOSE TWO CHEESE TARTS AND THAT LAST STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE.

Me: I wasn't thinking alright!

Kwon-idiot-young: Well can you ask him to alter it?

Me: I feel bad....

Kwon-idiot-young: Well it's better than you destroying the dress or throwing up during the ball right?

Me: F you -.-

Me: Also, what do I do about the heels now. 

Kwon-idiot-young: You wouldn't have balanced one them anyway, so just get flats. 

Me: I really want to curse at you. Again. 

Kwon-idiot-young: Whatever. Anyway seriously tell him to alter it. AND WEAR SNEAKERS IF YOU HAVE TO. You won't pass off heels well enough anyway. 

A knock on the door interrupted my frantic texting, and Seungcheol's gentle voice could be heard asking if I was alr