“Call me Kris. And call that chick over there,” his hand rose in a lazy manner towards a girl seated in the back of the room, a cocky grin on his face, “My next girlfriend.”

It would be an understatement to say that every individual present was more than a little shocked.

Donghae’s jaw was on the ground, and would open and close sporadically, like a fish out of water.

Jessica let out some sort of high-pitched noise that seemed to be a cross between a squeal, a shriek, and a battle cry.

Heechul was already in the process of texting all of his fellow idols who had suffered the misfortune of not being able to attend the drama-filled meeting to let them know about the latest gossip.

Krystal was seething in her seat, steam all but escaping through her ears.

Henry’s eyes were as wide as they could get, and he seemed at a loss for words as his gaze uneasily shifted between the man in front of him, and his best friend beside him.

Amber, on the other hand, was doing everything she could to not jump out of her chair to strangle the arrogant rookie for potentially ruining everything.

Instead, she settled for stabbing him with an assortment of creative weaponry.

In her mind, of course. The bastard in front of her definitely wasn’t worth jail time. Or any of her time, for that matter.

The awkward silence in the room was broken as Sulli, who was seated on the other side of Amber, nudged her elder playfully, her voice a mixture of a singsong and a chirrup, “Gosh, Hyung. I didn’t realize you had such a thing for Canadians.”

All heads immediately swiveled to stare at the flushed American, who felt like she was ready to die.

Or shoot herself in the foot repeatedly.