CHAPTER 7:

Joy sat on top of Yeri as she ate a Pringles chip given to her by Seulgi.

"Get off of me, you amazon!" Yeri demanded, but to no avail. Joy looked at Seulgi.

"You wanna take a seat, Seul?"

"With pleasure."

'Ohh this karma.'

"Yah, Bae Joohyun, admit that I won."

"Yah, Son Seungwan, stop speaking informally to your unnie."

Wendy scowled playfully.

"Stop talking informally to your boss."

Irene rolled her eyes and picked up her mop. “Whatever. You won’t fire me though.”

“Hm..if you keep testing me, maybe I will,” Wendy said with a grin. Irene, who was slightly in a trance, stared at Wendy.

‘I swear to God, Wendy if you keep smiling like that I’ll stop swearing to God and will be meeting him real soon.’

“Do you like working here though? Say yes or else I’ll fire you,” Wendy playfully threatened.

“Well...I enjoy the chaotic atmosphere because of all 4 of you,” Irene replied. Wendy chuckled and also picked up her mop.

“Trust me, Irene, you’re already a part of the chaos. Pretty soon, you’ll be the cause of some of it ,” she stated.

"Hey, Irene! You'll clean the kitchen right? I can go home right?" Seulgi said, sitting on top of a *probably* dead Yeri. Something dinged in Joy's head and she sprang up.

"Wendy, you'll be helping the newbie! See ya!" the tall girl said. Seulgi also stood up.

"Have fun, Wendy! Goodnight!" she said and quickly followed Joy out of the bakery.

Yeri gasped loudly, the air returning to her lungs. She quickly stood up before grabbing the can of pringles Seulgi and Joy left behind.

"Goodnight Wen-Wen! Irene unnie!"

And out ran the youngest one, leaving Irene and Wendy alone. They both looked at each other for a few seconds.

"First one to take out the trash wins?" Wendy asked. Irene smiled.

"Bet $20,” Irene said.

There was a long pause, before the duo quickly ran for the trashcans. Wendy collected the top edges of the trashbag into her hands and tied them together. She then quickly pulled out the trash filled bag with a grunt before running for the door, Irene following closely behind with her own bag. Wendy pushed open the door and dashed out right before Irene did.

The 22 year old set the trash bag down and extended her right arm out towards Irene. Her palm was open, indicating that she wanted something. Irene blankly stared at W