“What the hell, Son Chaeyoung?! That’s like the 4^th girl this week?” A tall blonde exasperatedly said

Chaeyoung casually shrugged her shoulder and drank her black coffee. The bitter taste hitting the right spot in , just how she likes it. “Well, it’s not like they don’t know what they’re getting into?”

“I don’t even know why we’re friends.” The blonde looking defeated as she took a bite of her cake.

“Cause you love me, that’s why.” Arrogance laced the short-haired girls tone, teasing her friend.

“One day, Chaeng. I swear. You’re gonna get it bad.”