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“You’re ing crazy, Yeon,”

She shrugged, hands tucked loosely in her pockets as she followed after a backtracking Byul, “Hey, you get your own sports studio, so I should too. Besides, what could that tan motherer possibly be good at?”

Saebyul sighed, “Unfortunately, that tan motherer is the dancing king,”

Raising a brow, Shiyeon guffawed, “I thought that was that Lay kid. Kai seems too clumsy to be a dancing king. For the few days I’ve been here, half of the time I was watching him fall flat on his face,” the girl exaggeratedly waved her hands in wide motions, emphasizing the situation.

“The other half of the time you ignored him…” Saebyul deadpanned, “So you technically wouldn’t know what he was like,”

“And I have no intention of knowing,” Shiyeon pointedly out.

The older girl pressed her lips together, “But Yeonie, he’s your classmate, you kind of have to. Even if you don’t, karma will probably play a trick on you and you’ll end up partnered with him for a project or something. Isn’t that how fluffy fan fictions work these days?”

The brunette froze, turning to face Saebyul, “I am by no means fluffy,”

“You still did jinx yourself,” the blonde pointed out.

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“…”

“…”

“…umma?”

“….”