CHUNJI’S POV:

Walking out of the shopping mall, we all seemed satisfied with our purchases. I was happy and was determined at the fact that we would resemble ourselves so much like girls, that no one would notice us.

“So, guys, what time is it now?” Changjo asked seriously. I thought about it and before I could answer, Byunghun interrupted-

“It’s 2 pee- eh- eh-em! Ahahaha! Just kidding! It’s actually really time for Chanhee and me to put our plan into action!” I laughed at Byunghun’s casual manner, and his cute inner fanboying come out! Hehe what a cutie!

I guess you could say that neither Rockhyun or Niel were able to contain their inner fanboy as well, while we all broke into chorus;

“Put your hands up, put your hands up, p-p-p-p-put!” Laughing, I caught sight of Changjo, who looked up, his eyes deep in thought.

“So, er, hyung, is it only you guys who are going to be dressing up?” Rockhyun, Niel and I turned to Byunghun for the answer.

“Uh, yeah, that was the original plan. Um, why? Do you want to dress up as well?”

“Um those bags that I chose out, were pretty appealing.”

Byunghun and I turned to each other, both of us astounded at what we just heard. I then felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, when I heard a quiet whisper in my ear-

“How about we all go?”

I turned back and saw that the person was Niel, our faces positioned pretty close to each other. Before I could answer, I was pulled away, only to turn and see Byunghun in the direction of the force.

“I guess we would be able to find her better.”  Byunghun snickered quietly, so that only I could hear. I mumbled something incomprehensible and then all I saw was black.

Nayeon’s POV:

Getting our way to uni, we finally arrived, both of us excited to work off those calories that we ate just before. I felt totally pumped for my best friend’s engagement!

I have to admit, that I now lack a bit of confidence in being able to organise ___ and Chunji to meet up. Oppa is yet to reply to me, and it has almost been two hours.

Two hours.

Now it's one hundred and twenty-one minutes later.

Still no reply.

Grrr.

I’m going to work out my anger on the punching bag the moment I walk into the gym.

All equipped with our drink bottles and gym gear, we both walked in, the gym being pretty quiet for a Wednesday morning.

I guess that’s good right?

We get all the exercise machines to ourselves.

It’s now been one hundred and twenty three minutes since I texted him.

Not like he’s overly busy or anything. I’m pretty sure he’s currently on holidays. Got to plan on how I’m getting to get back at him later.

But now, time to vent anger on the punching bag.

Sorry punching bag.

It’s all oppa’s fault!