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Everyone seemed to be holding in their breath.

Shiyeon remained emotionless.

Lay was turning purple by the second.

She bestowed the male across from her with a smirk, her thin lips curling up cruelly with an aura that sent shivers down one’s spine, “Would you like to bet on that, Mr. Casanova?”

Through the tension, Saebyul quirked a brow, “What is there to bet on?”

Kyungsoo contemplated her inquiry, turning to her with a confused expression, “Yeah, that’s true. Yeon already has a bunch of creepers, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Kai returned the smug smile, “The spring dance always has performances,”

Saebyul gulped down her un-chewed bite of fried rice, “Uh oh,”

Shiyeon snapped her finger, “In a fair contest, whoever gets the most points.” She declared, confidence unwavering. Chen and Xiumin had long since paused in their food fight to stare in fear.

“On every concept. Presentation, wardrobe, style, skill, audience attraction,”

“Judges must be selected on an equal boy to girl ratio,”

“Prizes?”

At this, Kris finally reacted, “Well, there goes the bomb,”

“I get one of the school’s vacant club rooms with the mirrors,” Shiyeon stated fearlessly, eyes glinting with malice in a complicated mix of suspense.

Saebyul froze when Kai hesitated to reply with his statement, “Ayo, thug life, I swear if you say anything out of line I won’t hesitate to box you into—“

“Go out with me.”

“—the next life.” She finished, dropping her head to the table with a loud crack, “Well. There goes my perfectly ghetto threat.”

Kris sneered, “And most of your brain cells.”

Shiyeon narrowed her eyes.

“Deal.”