Filthy Rich & ing Dysfunctional
November 26th

Lunchtime had rolled around without many incidents for Hwang Ria, besides the whole 'I'm totally suspicious, but come to me anyway' thing she'd heard over the intercom a few minutes ago. The auburn haired female had sauntered into the ladies bathroom to touch up her make up before having to deal with the guy who couldn't even make a clear message, and whoever else would be waiting there. Other than Kim MinSeok, whom she'd seen a couple of times during her extracurricular Tae Kwon Do club practices - when she decided to show up - Ria had no clue about the other girl who had been mentioned.

She was getting into the thought of how all of the music students she'd encountered had been utter weirdo's when two sets of footsteps sounded in the doorway of the restroom. Ignoring the annoying shrills coming from the pair, Ria continued to apply another slick of black liner along her waterline.

One of the newly appeared Senior’s stood just behind the Rich – as she was well known - looking in the mirror. "I heard JongIn Ssi call your name out over the radio."

Ria rolled her eyes, completely uninterested by the pair attempting to pass as intimidating. "That was his name?" She hummed as she around her make up bag for her for another item.

Brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, the shorter of the pair trying to pick a fight rested her hand on her hip as she sneered. "Who do you think you are?"

Flapping her hand, the Business Major mumbled, turning her face slightly to the left and then the right to check that the winged liner on both eyes was even. "You already know who I am, Unnie." She popped the item back into her make up bag and then picked up a clear gloss from the same vibrant orange case that was on the counter beside the sink.

Face reddening at the lack of reaction, the Senior’s voice raised. "You think you're something, don't you?"

Finishing applying her lip gloss, the lone redhead coughed a laugh. Packing her cosmetics away, Ria finally humoured the pair trying their hand at bullying. Locking her gaze with the brunette standing behind her through the reflection of the mirror, the slim woman grinned at her seniors. "If you’re so bothered, ask your boyfriend."

Choking on the curt remark, the Senior’s widened. "Aish, this little ." The apparent leader of the female pair reached out for the back of Ria's head.

The intended victim spun around and smacked the hand away without much trouble. Leaning back comfortably against the counter housing the sinks, the Business Major cleared her nose with a sharp sniff. "You put your ing hand on my hair, and I'll break it."

The two friends looked to each other and chortled, taking the comment as some form of conceited joke. "Is that right?" The shorter of the pair shoved the female in the designer mini dress in her shoulder and turned back to her friend to see her humoured reaction.

In the middle of facing away, the older woman was snatched by the arm and had her feet knocked from under her. Ria loomed over her opposition with a grin as she rested the back of her Senior's elbow over her knee. "I told you, Unnie..." She shook her head mockingly while applying more pressure to the restrained limb.

“W-what are you doing?” Horror filled the floored woman’s eyes. Squirming, the bully panted as she tried to free herself. "Stop! I didn’t m-"

"Too bad." Ria forced her upper body weight down as leverage. The crunch of bone filled the tiled room, along with screams from both of her Seniors. Releasing her victim, the redhead straightened up. Sniffling her nose clear and fixing the hem of her dress, the redhead’s eyes landed on the lackey. “Someone call a doctor.” Plopping her make up bag back inside of her purse, Ria collected her belongings and strut out of the bathroom the same way she had arrived: Gracefully, quietly, and enviably dressed.

Updated: 29th December 2018 - 20:00

Author’s Note:

To Radio_Active, I hope the chapter and the picture are okay~ If there's any mistakes you'd like me to fix, let me know. =^u^=