❝If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his own language, that goes to his heart.❞
‒Nelson Mandela

The cool breeze drifted into the room, swirling around a particular girl who was sitting at the table, causing her to shiver as the coldness wrapped around her. She looked up from her book and shut her eyes, relishing the feeling of fresh air dancing around her. A small smile graced her lips as it tickled her, running its fingers through her brown locks before circling around her again.

A lone figure slowly pushed opened the door to the maknae’s bedroom, before sneakily sticking her head through the door and peeking at the girl. Upon seeing the girl sitting with perfect posture with her eyes closed, the figure smirked. Yoona slunk into the room, keeping to the sides as she tiptoed around the unsuspecting girl before approaching her from behind. She grinned and produced a rubber toy rat from behind her back, the little toy evilly.

Kekekeke This is going to be fun!

Yoona tried to suppress her giggles before throwing the toy into the air. It flew in a perfect arc and landed splat on Seohyun’s open book in her lap. Seohyun’s eyes snapped opened as she let out a scream, jumping up three feet in the air as she threw the book to the opposite side of the room.

Yoona burst into laughter behind her, clutching her stomach as she gasped for breaths.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Seohyun jumped again at the cackle behind her, her heart beating so fast she thought she would have a heart attack. She whipped around to see Yoona almost in tears, clapping her hands as she staggered back and forth, her infamous alligator laugh ringing throughout the room. Seohyun clasped her hand to her chest, patting it continuously as she bent