“Oh shi-”

Wendy whined while trying to stand up from her bed. It’s a typical Saturday morning, that means the recovering day after a Friday night out being Yeri’s wingwoman. She finally got up and walked out of her room welcomed with morning greetings by her flatmates also known as the perfect couple, Joy and Seulgi. 

“Oh the wildling is up, how's the hangover treating you?” Joy greeted her while setting the plate of stacked pancakes on their table. Wendy just shrugs trying to make herself get fully conscious. Seulgi on the other hand kept checking her best friend for any sign of recollection of last night, curious how her best friend’s night went after calling off going out with them to spend time with her fiance. “Wannie, can you please get me the maple syrup on the cupboard?” Wendy groans with all her might yet stands up heading to the kitchen “And I thought I was the canadian?”. She reaches for the overhead cupboard with her wearing a short shirt that left her lower back exposed. 

“Oh my gosh” Joy squealed, making Seulgi turn to her mouthing “what?” silently. Wendy, struggling to reach the maple syrup, failed to notice her flat mates exchanging giggles. 

“No, no, no, don’t say it. It will break her.” Seulgi whispered to Joy making sure Wendy is not within earshot. Joy laughed in disbelief, hitting her fiance lightly on the arms. The door of their apartment flies open revealing Yeri in her beige suit earning an eye roll from Joy yet the latter did not protest as she’s by now, used to her only wearing suits. “Wazzup es! Say hello to my perfect weekday streak of banging” Yeri shouted like a champion receiving her trophy raising her hands in the air. “Eww pls yerms, take it somewhere else. Besides, I have a way better triumph than that. Check this out..” Yeri raises her eyebrow, setting her eyes from seulgi to where the latter was pointing, waiting for something she didn’t know what. 

“Hey wan, can you get the cereal for me? These pancakes are too light for me.” Trying to suppress her laughter while simultaneously looking at her pancakes, Joy’s attempt to remain calm, and Yeri’s confused look. Wendy groans “c’mon seul, didn’t you say you’re trying to lose weight for the wedding?” while reaching for the cereals on the cupboard; once again revealing her lower back exposing a poorly tattooed butterfly tramp stamp. Yeri let out a hearty gasp