The place was ridiculously beautiful and elegant. White, gold and blue details completely filled the place. A huge chandelier hung in the center of the ceiling. There were dozens of tables set up and hundreds of cutlery on them.

All members – except Sana, Chaeyoung and Mina – and managers were hanging around the hotel dining room.

They had arrived at dawn, but as soon as they checked in, most of the team dispersed through the different floors and locked in their rooms, everyone minding their own business and showing up too late for a proper continental breakfast.

Dahyun was one of them.

Her stomach was making weird sounds. She was starving.

The staff and some members of the group went to explore the streets of Bangkok earlier that day, while Dahyun stayed in her room. In the room where Mina and her temperature were.

Neither of them had managed to eat anything after arriving from the airport, and it was impossible that they would have gone out to find a nice restaurant for breakfast. Not after finding out the reason why Mina melted into bed, anyway.

Dahyun felt a little sorry for the older – later she would go back to the room with a tray of food for her.

After walking around, they finally found a table big enough for everyone, settling down and grabbing the menu cards.

Dahyun's eyes went curiously up and down, analyzing the unknown characters and the english names underneath, slowly noticing that it was totally different from what she was used to in Korea.

She didn't know anything about what that was. They were completely different dishes.

She'd let the managers order for her.

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—There is a club that Sana and i want to go to tonight. Are you in or what? —Momo said shortly after the managers left the table. All the rest looked at each other in confusion. 

—I'll pass. —Jeongyeon said, while chewing on some remains of what appeared to be chicken. 

—Me too. —Said Tzuyu, who ate the same remains of that chicken.

—Don't be like that. Please. —Momo said pleadingly, eventually showing her puppy ​​eyes. —Jihyo?

The younger who had her eyes fixed on her phone just hummed. 

—Wanna go out with us tonight?

—Nuh, uh. —She shook her head in denial, her eyes never leaving the screen. —Someone can recognize us and that means trouble, and i don't want- 

—I want to go. —Nayeon interrupted the leader, turned her head to Momo. —Jihyo is coming too. 

—I already said no.

—And I said yes. —Nayeon cleared loudly, drawing Jihyo's attention. The black-haired woman had one of her elbows on the table, between her fingers there was the magnetic card of the room they share. The key to the room. 

—Are you stupid? —Jihyo let out a nasal laugh at Nayeon's threat. —You know I can ask for a copy of the key at the reception, right?

—You sure? 

—Obviously.

Jeongyeon's noisy laugh, the quiet conversations, and the bustle of
Jihyo and Nayeon filled the space at the table.

The whole situation was the l