Seulgi just finished washing up. That possum scared the crap out of her. She dries her hair with a towel as she sat on her bed. If she’s being honest, Irene really gives her the creeps. Since middle school Irene was always labeled as that creepy-weird-girl. It wasn’t even because of the eyeliners she religiously put on. Nor the black outfit, accessories, or any belongings she had. It was because of the little sounds and reactions she makes on a regular basis. If the normal reaction would be to scream “AHHH!” Hers would be “QUACK!”

Seulgi feels exhausted thinking about how she will marry Irene. But she can’t really blame anyone, she threw the damn chalk. And she remembers the possum. She wants to cry so bad, that possum’s whiskers were sooo long. It must be an old one, she thought.

“I don’t even wants kids…” she says falling back on the bed.

PLOCK!

Her head whips to the window.

“What the—…”

PLOCK!

“EEEEEEEPPP!!!”

PLOCK!

Seulgi stood up and peeked at her window.

“IRENE!!! Kyaaa~  omg omg omg!!” She starts pacing her room like a lunatic. This is Romance 101. A boy throwing   A rock on a girl’s room to ask her to accept his love or something like that. This is classic wooing. Romeo and Juliet started this, its 2022 but its still as romantic as ever.

She combs her hair quickly. She prepares her nonchalant hello as she walks over.

“Oh! Wait! My baby-bra!” She scrambles to put it on as quick as she could. She spots her box of tissues.

“Will need a few 3-plies.”

She fixes her stuffed chest and confidently opens her window. She sticks her head out and leans on the window sill. She bats her eyes at her future spouse.

“He—…”

“SEULGI SEULGI :(“

“Eh??”

“Help me!” Irene shows her hand. It was bleeding.

“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!”

“Seulgi II bit me :(“

“…excuse me? I bit you?!”

“Not you. Seulgi II.”

“I’m Seulgi! 😡”

“SEULGI THE SECOND!!!”

“Who the hell is