"I NEED MORE CLOTHES!"

Jangjun shouted on top of his lungs, waking every single person from their sleep inside the dorm. Bomin however, remained stagnant and resumed sleeping, making Youngtaek scoff seeing the maknae still in his slumber. It was indubious how the 18-year-old could sleep through every single noise in the house, and his older brothers had taken note to make sure he changes that habit before he grows up later on so that he would survive through a sudden earthquake, not sleeping through an apocalypse.

"What's with the ruckus Jangjun? It's our weekend off and it's barely 7.00," Jaeseok nagged, rubbing his eyes as he approached the younger's room. The mother-like member often woke up early to make breakfast for the other ten, but it had been a hectic week and he was hoping to get extra sleep that weekend but then this happened.

Jangjun happened.

"I need to go out for a highschool reunion tonight and I have nothing to wear," the diva groaned, his clothes sprawled all over his bed. It was apparent that he wanted to match some tops with a few pants or jeans, which, in Jaeseok's opinion was more than sufficient, but of course, nothing would be good enough for Jangjun.

Because it's Jangjun we're talking about here.

"What about the ones you bought last week?" Seungyoon chided, stepping inside the room, looking decent as he had already washed up and took a quick shower. "I wore them for the comeback stage," Jangjun replied blatantly, a frown etched onto his forehead. Daeyeol whom had managed to arrive at the scene had literally slapped his forehead, not believing what the other had said. The optimistic Seungyoon laughed at that, and Jaeseok could only shake his head in disbelief, already ready to open his mouth for another session of nagging when Youngtaek came by the door, still drowsy from his sleep.

"H&M's having a sale. Just shut your mouth and go get a new shirt there," he mumbled before heading to the washroom, leaving the three opfachild* with their mouths agape. Jangjun however, was beyond ecstatic by the answer. He held out both of his palms to Daeyeol, and the leader was too tired to make a fuss out of a rebuttal that morning that he simply reached out for his wallet on the nightstand and pulled out his card. "I'm off to bed, bye." With that he left, leaving a rather scandalized Jaeseok along with Seungyoon to control their shopaholic dongsaeng before it'd be too late.

"Seriously Jangjun I swear if you dare to buy another set of clothing I'd-" "-But Daeyeol hyung gave me his card! Thank you hyung! I'll use it well!" He shouted in glee, and that marked the end of the whole effort to persuade Jangjun not to restock his closet that day. Jaeseok was too tired to argue, and with a 'tch' he left to go back to bed but not before muttering a line of curses of 'that Daeyeol needs to be taught a lesson....Jangjun spends too much....' . Jangjun turned to Seungyoon who was by the door, still amused by the morning's turnout.

"Hyung! Will you be my date?" Jangjun had an eyebrow raised, smirk on his lips as he spoke. "Screw you. Sorry jun. I have vocal training this noon. Farewell," Seungyoon waved goodbye and turned to leave when Jangjun started to groan again, "But who will accompany me to the store? It's way too cold out and I'd look pathetic walking alone with bags of H&M in my hands." 

Seungyoon simply shrugged his shoulder, grinning once again before leaving the room.

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Joochan was Jangjun's slave for the day.

"Take one of the Googoos* with you then," Daeyeol had spoken with his eyes closed when Jangjun had came into his room that morning. Jangjun smiled brilliantly at the idea, and just as he opened the door to their room he caught sight of Jaehyun on his study desk, doing what Jangjun assumed was Maths. The googoos were still in school along with Youngtaek who was in his final year and Bomin the maknae, which meant they had to commit to both their career and studies. Sympathizing the chubby-cheeked boy, Jangjun decided to leave Bongvely* to his studying and proceeded to peek at the other googoos.

"Hong Joochan!" 

The said blonde sat up straight from his sleeping position, shocked by the sudden outburst of his name being called. Not even bothering too look for the source he proceeded to jump off the double-decker bed, nearly injuring himself in the process as he stood straight and suddenly, shouted on top of his lungs as he saluted to the window with his eyes still closed.

"Seargeant Hong. Joo. Chan. Service number 1.3.4.7. Ready to take on the mission sir!" 

Needless to say that morning was indeed a unique one, and long story short Joochan ended up beside Jangjun that day on the bus as they made their way to Apgujeong to shop for Jangjun's highschool reunion. The bus ride wasn't quiet though, as Jangjun kept on teasing Joochan who claimed that he was watching Secretly Greatly the night before and had somehow dreamt as himself being Kim Soohyun which led to the embarassing outbreak that morning.

"What are you planning to buy anyway hyung?" Joochan asked out of curiosity, as everyone knew how Jangjun's wardrobe could collapse due to the many clothing that he had in store. That had Jangjun silent for a good while but not until he replied with a happy chirp. "Everything that looks good on me!"

Joochan could only facepalm mentally.

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The arrival at the destination had Jangjun running all around the store, making Joochan shake his head at his hyung's childishness. The older marvelled at the pricetags, almost crying at how cheap everything was. Jangjun had disappeared to the warm clothing section, and Joochan had taken interest in the shoes and boots that were on display. Autumn was coming soon enough, and the lad needed new boots to wear to school when fall comes. It had not been a few minutes until, well.

Until Jangjun happened.

"I had my eyes on it first!"

"Well excuse me! I had my hand on it first! So it's mine!"

Joochan rushed to the other side of the store, shocked to find Jangjun and another young lady arguing as Jangjun held an ash grey turtleneck close to his chest. The woman, whom Joochan assumed wanted to buy the shirt as well, had her hands on her hips and her face fuming red with anger. He himself was quite intimidated by the woman's aura, but somehow he pushed the thought away before tugging onto Jangjun's sleeve, wanting to end the mayhem the two were causing. It was fortunate that there were only three of them as customers that midday, the spectators being H&M's workers themselves.

"What's going on hyung?" "This brat here thinks that this turtleneck which OBVIOUSLY is MINE as I had my HANDS on it FIRST is hers," Jangjun replied, going at least 5 octaves higher at the few stressing of words. Joochan slapped his forehead mentally, and looked back at the young lady who remained unchanged from her position before. As Joochan stared at her face, her short, curly brown hair and big doe-like eyes he couldn't help but feel a rush of familiarity in his brain.

Exactly where have I seen you before?

"If it isn't the Hong Joochan, the star of our school," she suddenly spoke, her arms now crossed as a smirk formed on her lips. "But of course, I don't think you'd recognise me. I am, nothing compared to you anyway. But anywho, I need my turtleneck back, so can you please tell your hyung here to give it to me please?" Joochan who was left speechless by her initial remark had snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat. Jangjun whom had remained quiet for a quite awhile suddenly blurted out, breaking the chilly atmosphere.

"And you are?"Jangjun spoke. "Joochan's schoolmate. Now, my shirt, please," "In your dreams woman. Let's go Joochan," Jangjun spat bitterly before dragging Joochan to the counter to pay quickly before leaving the store, and just before H&M was out of sight Joochan caught sight of the girl looking at him, not moving from the space she was standing before. The blonde man had chills running down his spine as he observed what she mouthed.

You're so dead. 

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Investigation started.

As soon as he arrived home that day, Joochan had flipped open the school magazine, finding out only then that the girl they met earlier that day was Seo Yeonjoo, the President of the Student Council. Now that he knew her name, he recalled stories that Jibeom and Jaehyun had told him about how scary she is. Donghyun too, had joined in the conversation, and agreed to the tales bongbeom* shared.

"Do you know how Sanha had actually quit smoking for good?" Jibeom started. Joochan shook his head. "That January a member of the Student Council saw Yeonjoo laughing gleefully with the boy and took him into the private meeting rooms. They had the curtains closed, and the lights turned off. The witness were told beforehand by Yeonjoo to take control of the CCTV of the room, so the boy proceeded to the IT Department to fulfill the task given," he stopped for a breath, and then gestured for Jaehyun to continue the story. Joochan was almost suffocated by the suspense, as he couldn't predict what was to happen next.

"Of course, the boy would be seeing everything in the room right?" Jaehyun asked, to which the other three nodded curtly. Joochan suddenly felt a hand slip into his, only then realizing that his and Donghyun's arms were linked and their fingers intertwined. The fluffball had his body close to Joochan's, and the blonde couldn't help but feel humoured by the older's level of terror. 

"He saw Yeonjoo handing Sanha a packet of smoke at first, all with smiles and laughter. Even though there was no audio, but somehow the witness could sense that she was messing around with Sanha. For the next hour Sanha finished the whole box, and with each stick Yeonjoo told him to place the ashes into a glass of water that she had placed in front of him. What happened next was beyond insane. I'll leave that for Jibeom to continue."

Jibeom nodded, clearing his throat before speaking. Joochan was already annoyed by then, whining a 'palli' to encourage Jibeom to continue. "Alright. So Sanha somehow waved Yeonjoo goodbye and got up to the door. The boy who was watching the cameras saw that he tried opening it but it was locked. Then Yeonjoo was seen dangling the keys with her fingers, and somehow that relaxed look on Sanha's face had turned into an intimidated one. Yeonjoo gestured him to sit, which he did, and soon Sanha's eyes widened upon hearing what she spoke."

"This is too scary for me," Donghyun piped before scooting even closer to Joochan. Joochan softened at that, and laughed a bit at the older's level of fright tolerance. "As I was saying," Jibeom ignored the small-eyed man. "Sanha then started to shake, and soon the boy watching too had shook due to fright. It was really something unpredictable for Yeonjoo to do,"

"She made Sanha drink the whole glass of water mixed with cigarette ash."

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School had been terrifying for Joochan.

"Hong Joochan."

The blonde trembled slightly as he turned to the voice, already knowing all-too-well who it was. His eyes met her doe-like ones, and Joochan couldn't help but gulp seeing the intensity of them. "We need to talk," Yeonjoo spoke, to which Joochan nearly fainted hearing those 4 words. "I...I'm sorry Yeonjoo but...bb....but I have to go for.... Training! See ya!" He chirped before dashing off and left the brown-haired girl rather flabbergasted as he ran off.

That was Joochan's first successful escape attempt.

And sadly, his last, too.

"Excuse me, Mr Hong," Joochan squinted his eyes as he woke up hearing the teacher's voice. Ms Do wasn't pleased by his action of sleeping in class, as she sounded annoyed when she called him. "The principal's looking for you. Yeonjoo's here to take you there," she spoke again, and at the mention of the girl's name Joochan's eyes widened, and he was beyond shocked as he saw the girl standing by the door, smirking as she did. With a nervous gulp he stood up before walking to the door, and soon he was trailing the girl to the headmaster's door.

"Aahh, Joochan, Yeonjoo, come in. I have matters to speak to you regarding your grades Joochan," the baldheaded-man spoke, and that somehow relieved Joochan's bundle of nerves. They both took their seats and soon the man started talking. "Yeonjoo here told me about how worrying your grades are, especially for Geography. A D for such an easy subject is nonsensical," he started, and somehow eventhough Joochan wasn't looking at the girl beside him, he knew she was smirking.

"So I've decided to place her as your Geography tutor," the principal smiled. Joochan's own smile faltered, "Wh..whaa..whaat...what?" He stuttered, not believing his ears. "Why? What? Why her?" Joochan managed to sound firm this time, daring himself to question more of the man's decision. "Why not? Our Yeonjoo here has set a great example to students, balancing her academics, sports, and her commitment to the Student Council really well. Isn't that right Yeonjoo?"

"You praise me too much sir," Yeonjoo's voice remained calm, but Joochan couldn't help but to scoff at that. Just admit that you like getting praises woman, he thought to himself. Joochan knew that this was one of the tricks that she had rolled up in her sleeves in attempt to get him back for not standing up for her in H&M before, but then it wasn't his fault that Jangjun got his hands on the turtleneck first.

What Jangjun wants, Jangjun gets.

And when the hellish tutoring sessions came, Joochan felt like crying.

"Library, 4 in the evening sharp," was all Yeonjoo had said before walking off during lunch time, leaving a dumbfounded Joochan along with the other three Googoos along with Youngtaek and Bomin to sympathize him. The walk to the space of books was dreadful for Joochan as he headed there that evening, Geography books in one hand whislt holding his bottle in the other. The school had called Woollim to settle the matter about training and practice, and the CEO had welcomed the idea of letting him out of them with an open heart as he too, was worried about Joochan's studies.

As Joochan opened the doors he caught sight of Yeonjoo who had her hands around a globe, eyes concentrated as she spun the sphere object with a marker grit between her teeth. Joochan found the sight