"Ya, Ana. I dare you to go up to that guy and trip him." Jessica nodded toward the tall figure, orangish brown curls sticking out of his mask.
        "Haha, fine," I swigged the last of my cola, brushing off chip crumbs off my costume.
        "Ana, now," Krystal joined in on the dare, thinking their sweet little trainee backup dancer, would well, back up. Chicken out. But no, I wasn't. Today I was masked by polyester and plastic, no worries about getting into trouble.
        Slyly inching my way to the edge of the seat, I pretended I was tying my sneaker. Taking one more look at my target, I flicked my ankle out, the Jung sister's laughs loud. My prey fell face first onto the floor, his mask flying right off. Though all of our grins turned to gasps when we saw who I had tripped; My well-known crush, Park Chanyeol.

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