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“YEONIEEEEEEE!”

“Oh, , ugh, what?!” Shiyeon groaned audibly when Saebyul seemed to appear out of absolutely nowhere and initiated a full-out sprint; something that should be feared from her in short distance, with her track club history. The older, yet evidently more immature girl barreled into her chest with the force of ten bulls.

Kai pouted, Byul, this , she’s challenging me.

Saebyul look up, eyes widened in overdramatized fear, “Kriszilla is after me!” she hissed, concealing herself behind her guardian with ninja-like stealth.

Rolling her eyes, Shiyeon scoffed, “Honey, did I ever let you get hurt?”

“Well you sure didn’t help when I slipped on a banana peel. Who does that?! That’s for cartoons only!”

“Sweetie, you’re in the kickboxing team,” the woman sighed, her dull gaze shifting around the room as she leaned on her knuckle, “I’m sure you can kick for yourself,”

“NOT WHEN YOUR OPPONENT IS A ING GIANT!”

Shiyeon opened , closed it, and opened it again, “There’s always a thing called ‘blackmail’.”

Byul drooped her head, “Got nothin’ on ‘im, unfortunately.”

“Pocket knife?”

“Yeonie, I still have paper cut scars. PAPER CUT.”

“Right. Pepper spray?”

“Need I remind you of the last time you got me that?”

“Machine gun?”

“Oh . I left that at home.”

Baekhyun turned then, dark brown orbs deadpanned, “Are you even kidding right now?” he questioned, albeit rhetorically, whereas Saebyul replied with a blank look.

The new arrival heaved a sigh, “Then I’ll give you one last option,” Shiyeon pursed her lips, glancing around cautiously, “Sacrifice,” she whispered.

A light lit up in Saebyul’s eyes.

Kris barged in.

Kai stumbled out of his chair.

“TAKE HIM! HE DID IT!”

Shiyeon snickered.