queen.

“Taela, I said I wanted to go home.” Miyoon pointed out as they pulled into her driveway. The car stopped in front of the house and Taela exited first. She stared at Miyoon through the door and shrugged.

“I’m just following orders.” She answered, entering her house.

“Eh? Ah really? I have to video chat with the geges later too.” Miyoon groaned, climbing unwillingly out of the vehicle. She slammed the door loudly and stormed inside the residence. “Yah, Kim Taela, where did you go?” She slipped out of her shoes and began to search for her friend.

Miyoon frowned seeing Taela was nowhere to be found on the first floor. She stomped her feet, annoyed. She marched up the stairs and rammed into someone’s hard chest. “Ow.” If her hands hadn’t gripped to the railings in time, you could have bet she would have somersaulted down those stairs like a professional.

“Miyoon, you’re here!” Dongwoo shouted with a doe grin.

She glanced at him and tilted her head to the side. “Were you expecting me?” Then on cue, a stampede was heard, and behind him were the rest of the guys. Well most of them anyways.  

“She really came!” Sungjong exclaimed.

“My Mimi is still the same!” Sungyeol cried. He was trying to squeeze through the guys but he was stuck in the back. Thankfully, he was tall so he was at least able to see her.

“What are you guys talking about? Aish, I’m going home.” She declared, firmly as she turned around and marched back down the stairs. Their eyes all went round.

“ANI!!!” they screamed in unison. Well Sungyeol, mainly.

Miyoon rolled her eyes as she put her shoes back on; when her arms reached out for the door someone had opened it for her. She stared at his tennis shoes and scowled. “Hey, Xia. It’s been awhile hasn’t it?” There was only one person she knew who played tennis.

All her efforts had gone to waste. Miyoon inwardly sighed. She was able to avoid him for so long and now here he was. She nibbled on her bottom lip as she stared at his shoes. Moments later the guys joined them, glad to see that she was still there. “Ah, good job Myungsoo! You caught her in the knick of time.” Woohyun huffed.

“Why? Was she going somewhere?” he questioned, teasingly.

 “In fact, I was.” Miyoon, bravely, shot back as she locked eyes with him. She saw that his brows had met up for a second before they relaxed.

“I don’t think so. You have a lot of explaining to do, missy.” He pointed out as he closed the door with his foot.

Miyoon couldn’t help but scoff. She definitely had nothing to explain to him. Why should she when he didn’t even bother to do that himself? “I have to get home.” She announced, stepping to the right but then Myungsoo mimicked her actions. She exhaled and then moved left but he followed. “Yah!”

Myungsoo didn’t flinch at her voice instead he chuckled. “Someone’s got a temperamental issue.” He joked, leaning in a little too closely as he grinned. Miyoon frowned and pulled her head back. She felt her heart thumping at a fast pace and did not appreciate it. He was doing it to her again.

She cleared and took a step back, not bothering to say anything else. The guys noticed this and raised their brows, “What just happened?” Sungjong whispered.

“Be quiet, Lee Sungjong.” Sunggyu muttered.

“I have nothing to explain.” Miyoon spoke.

“Uh-uh-uh,” Myungsoo disagreed, wagging his finger at her. “On the contrary, my dear girl, you have a lot of explaining to do.”

My girl… Miyoon repeated to herself. She faltered for a moment and then shook her head. You’ve worked too hard for this Wu Xiazi. You can’t fail now. You’re not his girl. You’re Lee Chanhee’s girl now. And before she knew it, she was being dragged into the living-room. Her eyes quickly fell to her hand which was meshed with Myungsoo’s. Her heart softened. All that seemed to matter was right now to her.

When the warmness left her hand, she found that Myungsoo had taken a seat on the couch. He motioned for her to do the same and she did. Next, the rest of the guys plopped down onto the carpet as if they were children waiting for story time to take place. Miyoon gulped as she watched Myungsoo chug a bottle of water. She blushed seeing a drop slide down the corner of his lips and then his neck.

He was even more handsome than she could remember.

Once he finished, he looked at Miyoon and smiled. He hadn’t even really paid attention to how different her outer-appearance was. To him she seemed the same. “So,” he began.

“So,” Miyoon repeated.

“So!” Sungyeol cried. Everyone sent him peculiar faces and he shrugged. “I thought we were playing a game.”

Dongwoo face-palmed himself and sighed. “What are we going to do with you, you choding?”

“Hey, I’m not a choding! Take that back!” he demanded.

“No.” Dongwoo cackled.

“Sunggyu hyung,” Sungyeol whined, causing the eldest to massage his temples.

“Can we just listen to Miyoon?” he requested.

“No fair. I am not a choding.” He murmured, crossing his arms against his chest.

Miyoon couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. It seemed like they were perfectly normal without her presence. As this idea processed through her mind, she remembered how they all practically traded her in for their beloved Maerah noona. She felt consumed with jealously and bitterness as she abruptly stood up. “Oh, where are you going? We haven’t talked.”

“I don’t want to talk.” She hissed. I have nothing left to say to you other than that I wish you're happy with her.

“Why not? Don’t tell me you’ve replaced your best friend already!” Myungsoo gasped.

“And us too!” Sungyeol added. But their comments and outbursts were like gasoline accelerant being poured over an already heavy fire as she clenched her jaw.

Miyoon wanted to scream at them. Yell at them. Hit them. Cry in front them. She wasn’t the one who replaced them; she wasn’t the one ignoring them. No, instead she was t