Park Naïve Jihyo really thought the human collision was going to be the worst thing that could happen during the tour. She was trying to keep a positive mindset as she strolled around with the four girls, not wanting to ruin the mood with her stern . ‘It’s just a tour around the school’, she comforts herself once again, ‘What else could possibly go wrong?’… But boy did things go very, very wrong. Within 10 minutes, Jihyo finds herself tied up to a basketball post. Nayeon threatens to murder her partner with her bare hands. Both Sana and Momo gamble thick dough on a b*tch fight. Oh, and Jeongyeon accidentally K.Os someone with a basketball. … Let’s rewind and elaborate on things a bit more, shall we?

 

The group of five enters the gymnasium after they’ve speedily cleared the 2nd floor. Upon entering their new location, the Japanese princesses are immediately intrigued by the squeaky sound their shoes make. That causes them to drag their feet excessively across the shiny- floorboards, making their tour guides wish they were deaf. “Alrighty then! So within this indoor gym, you can play various sports such as basketball, badminton, volleyball, dodgeball…” Jeongyeon’s introduction quickly fades away as she notices the confusion within the new students’ eyes. “… you girls have no idea what those are, do you?” “No way- princesses aren’t allowed to play sports?” Nayeon exclaims in shock, “Then how the hell do you guys maintain such smokin’ hot bods?” As expected, she receives a rough smack to the head from their damage control before either of the princesses can answer her. She was being sincerely curious, too. “Watch it.” Jihyo hisses lowly, but for some reasons her taunt only makes Nayeon smirk. “Watch what, you checking Sana out? If that’s the case then I’ve already seen it twi- OWOWOWOW!” Jihyo pinches the girl’s cheeks without a hint of mercy, her own turning rosy pink by themselves. Jeongyeon doesn’t do anything but snort with laughter, simply enjoying the sight of her partner in pain. Momo jabs Sana with a smirk of her own, though Sana simply ignores her teases by answering Nayeon’s question. “We do exercise our bodies, however the ones we do are activities such as Pilates, golf and archery et cetera!” “We’re actually not allowed to play sports that are deemed as ‘high-risk’ by our parents.” Momo adds, “But at the same time, a sport can also get banned just because we’d look ‘unladylike’ from playing them. I seriously don’t get it- nor do I think I ever will, to be honest.” Their posh tea results the trio to drop their jaw wide open. They could’ve never imagined for such an absurd culture (slash class) difference to exist. It’s as if they live on completely different planets, and these friendly aliens are giving them a VIP insight of their world. “So… you don’t know what wrestling is?” it’s Jihyo’s turn to ask, gaining two shaking heads back. “What about baseball? That is your national sport.” “Oh, I know that one because my dad likes to watch it on TV.” Momo grins proudly, with Sana nodding her head by her side. “Same! I was introduced to the games of basketball because daddy likes to watch those MGA competitions every night after dinner!” “Did she just say ‘daddy’?” Nayeon (who just can’t help but ask) makes an unwanted comment as usual and gains nothing but groans from the others. “Leave the princess alone, you .” Jeongyeon snaps immediately, “And sweetie, it’s ‘NBA’. I still can’t believe you guys have never played those sports though. I mean, they’re just so common in schools and… everywhere really.” “Well, these girls aren’t really ‘common’ now, are they?” Jihyo chuckles, “Though I must agree, it sure is shocking to learn how strict and different your lives are compared to ours. I guess we take way too many things for granted, because now it seems like we’re spoilt rotten by all our freedom.” “Yeah, to ban ya’ll from playing a sport just because it makes you ‘unladylike’…” Nayeon proceeds to scoff, obviously not thinking about how she’s about to subconsciously diss the royalty’s culture. “That’s like, the dumbest sh*t I’ve ever heard in my life- and I’ve heard some dumb sh*t alright.” So that’s how Nayeon receives a second smack to the head, this time from Jeongyeon. The princesses erupt into a giggling fit upon witnessing their unintentional slapstick comedy, also agreeing with Nayeon’s comment. Surprisingly, although she just got smacked in the head, Nayeon’s not whining like a child. In fact, she looks as if an idea was just slapped out of her brain. A mischievous grin soon stretches across her lips, immediately setting off Jihyo’s imaginary warning sirens. She knows her friends too damn well to know what that face means: Trouble. “Hey Jeong… why don’t we take this chance to introduce them to some sports?” Nayeon proposes as she slowly turns towards her partner-in-crime, “The storage room is right there, and I’m sure it’ll have everything we need to give the gals a meaningful time.” “Hmm, I don’t know…” Jeongyeon pretends to hesitate, even though she’s already on the same page as Nayeon. “What do you ladies think?” As expected, the playful royalties nod their heads with an excessive amount of enthusiasm, increasing the width of the seniors’ smirk. With such anticipation coming from the princesses themselves, both of the cheeky bastards know how Jihyo can’t bring herself to reject their proposition now, regardless of how bad of an idea she thinks it is. Hence, Jihyo proceeds to stress about something else instead… and it’s Nayeon’s questionable skill of lock-picking without breaking a single sweat. The oldest female breaks into the storage room with ease (even though the whole purpose of the room was to keep people like Nayeon out and away from all the equipment) and leads the group inside to browse around. “Jeong, come give me a hand!” is all she needs to yell in order for themselves to start ransacking the entire place, bringing out whatever they think the princesses have never touched in their 17 years of posh-and-privileged life. They also manage to make the storage room look as if a level 8 typhoon had just came for a visit, which acts as the last straw. Jihyo finally snaps, and with her newly-strengthened nerve, she approachs her chaotic friends wh