"don't you think it's weird?" one girl finally spoke up, breaking the calm silence between the seven girls. a highlighter is nestled between her thumb and index finger and her attention is fixated on the thick textbook, no doubt squeezing time to do some studying despite it being summer. the others all turned their heads towards the one who never let herself rest.

"what is?" said one who had been on her phone the second the group had arrived at the gazebo that had become their little sanctuary. it was the perfect summer day to be out and enjoying the sun. the heat wasn't enough for them to be drenched in sweat, but enough that it provided just the right warmth on their skin.

"that the seven of us are coincidentally in some fake relationship at the same time?"

eyes darted around each other in self-pity. it was true that they had gotten themselves into this situation in the first place, save for maybe two girls if what they had told them was accurate. the one lying on the floor with her hands neatly placed on top of her stomach kept mumbling to herself about how it had only been a week and he was already giving her a headache, she was one of the two unfortunates to have been dragged into this mess without her consent. forced, her weak heart had been forced, into this.

the girl leaning against the pillar sighed, a fed up look was streaked on her face. "i think what's weird is you studying when we're on summer break."

the one with the textbook looked down and flushed in embarrassment while subtly shutting the book and grabbing her phone to busy herself instead.

"she's right, though," the normally quiet one spoke up. the girls perked up at her usually absent voice. the only foreigner in the bunch, she had always been one to keep shut. sometimes, the girls forgot that she even spoke korean. "this could either go really, really well or become a plain mess."

"this is pathetic."

the others nodded in agreement. each of them knew that this was a bad idea in the first place, but each needed to get rid of their own problems. it was a burden just what kind of things desperation could have seven girls decide to do.

"what's with the frown?" the socialite finally shut her phone and looked at where the usually loud and happy one stood. the normally chipper girl had her arms crossed and though none of them had known each other for more than a week (save for a few of them), the foreign silence was as unsettling as wearing a sweater on a hot summer day. "don't you normally blow bubbled or something?"

worry seemed to flash through her eyes before forcing a smile onto her lips. "i just hope it's not like the movies."

— where seven girls are desperate and unfortunate enough to have to keep up a fake relationship for as long as they have to, and it's exactly like the movies.