“I never thought I’d be this happy to see this office.” The door of the conference room flung open and in came Jessica Jung.

“You and me both.” Heechul agreed wholeheartedly as he followed behind her, flopping down on his usual seat. “You and me both.”

He leaned back carefully against his seat, mindful of his still sore and bandaged up back. Being flung to that tree was brutal. Jessica settled on the seat across from him as Kris entered the room with his laptop in his hands; Amber soon scurrying after him as they set up in their usual corner of the room. Yoona and Seohyun were next to enter; the former’s arm wrapped around the younger woman’s waist, finishing up their current conversation before they split up for their chairs.

“You are in no condition to be stubborn, you bastard.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that–” SMACK! “OW! Hello, injured brother here! You could at least be nicer to me, you know.”

“Who even gave you the idea that you were a bird? Lemme tell you one thing, o uglier brother of mine, no matter how hard you try, weirdo, you’ll never be able to fly.”

“Jackass.”

“Unless you two, Frick and Frack, really feel like becoming one with the door, I suggest you move out of my way right this instant.” An annoyed, very female voice interrupted the bickering. “And Kyu, stop teasing Min. He saved my life by trying to be a bird.”

With that, an exasperated Sooyoung entered the room; her usually flawless face marred with bandages on her cheek and around her forehead. Yunho followed in behind her, shaking his head as his lips twitched in amusement, helping the brunette settle in before he sat down himself. The twins then finally entered the conference room; one of Changmin’s arms in a sling as he scowled at the back of his brother’s head. For his part, Kyuhyun refrained from trying to irritate the hell out of the younger twin, making a beeline for his chair on the other end of the table.

“Frick and Frack?” Seohyun repeated.

“Kyuhyun oppa is Frick, B1 or Tweedledee depending.” Sooyoung replied with all seriousness. “Changmin oppa is Frack, B2 or Tweedledumb.”

Everyone around the conference table let out a howl of laughter, save for the twins, who half-heartedly glared at the smirking brunette. Even Kris had a hard time containing his laughter, giving in