Previously on marching band au: Hot Girl rejected Joy's advances. 

 

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Joy was seething, embarrassed, and dejected all at once. It doesn't take a genius to realize that she just got hoe'd, and from her homegirl no less. 

 

Her phone vibrates.

 

Wendy Son: You have every right to feel whatever you're feeling, but I want to tell you that Krystal is really shy around strangers, so if she doesn't say anything, don't be offended

 

Joy Park: Then that might not be your Krystal because Hot Girl Worthy of Five Fire Emojis DOESNT KNOW WHO I EXIST?!? WTF SEUNGWAN

 

Wendy Son is typing 

 

Joy Park: DIDNT U SAY SHE WAS PRACTICALLY GAY FOR ME WTF SEUNGWAN

 

Wendy Son is typing 

 

Joy Park: AND THAT SHE STALKS ME?! WTF SEUNGWAN

 

Wendy Son:

 

Joy Park: THATS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY 

 

Joy Park: WTF SEUNGWAN 

 

Joy Park: GO BACK TO ARENDELLE AND MELT U STUPID SNOWMAN CUZ SRSLY WTF SEUNGWAN

 

Wendy Son: I think I may have sent someone to the hospital today 

 

Joy Park: OMG WTF 

 

Joy Park: SEUNGWAN

 

Joy Park: since when were you this gangsta, spill the deets ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

 

Joy Park: I'm still mad at u tho but srsly what did u do

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While Joy is highkey stressing with Wendy, two people from their repercussions are having a walk and a conversation of their own. 

 

 

The track athlete chuckles. This is new. In all the years, she has known her, she has never seen her friend quite this distressed. 

 

"I do not think the Spice Girls unnies would care very much about that matter, Seulgi." 

 

"But I-- that girl-- she's so--" said girl clutches her head and groans. 

 

"Interesting." an amused smile forms on the track athlete's face.

 

"So how was your day, Irene-unnie? Did anything interesting happened to you?" 

 

Irene lets out a dreamy sigh. 

 

"The tides of love have crashed into my very vessel." 

 

Seulgi chokes.

 

"I may have acquired bruises and I can't quite feel my body, but overall, I'm feeling as if I'm floating." 

 

Irene looks over to Seulgi pale-faced and spluttering silent fragments and words. 

 

"Is something the matter?" 

 

Seulgi hesitates. She knows Irene is a literary major, and that she is a few years short of being a part of her uncles and aunts generation (aka she's ancient) but she also knows Irene likes to joke around too. This is one of those times when Seulgi can't differentiate which. 

 

"Nothing. So who or what 'crashed' into you?"

 

Irene thinks, trying to recall.

 

"I do not remember her name nor appearance, but I should be able to recognize the depth of her heart and the kindness of her assets. I will find my one." 

 

Seulgi stares at her older friend hugging herself with her eyes closed. 

 

What a erted, romanticist unnie.