"Hayi."

"Wae?"

"..."

"Hello??"

"Help..."

She quickly stopped the music that was blasting through the speakers and ran towards the door.

"Don't hang up on me! I'm coming!" she yelled as she slams the door shut, rushing to practice room 2.

She pushes open the door roughly, her hand still clutching onto her phone. There's no one.

Her mind reacts quickly and she rushed in, running across the practice room and into the recording studio at the corner.

"Hanbin!" she screamed as she pushed the door open. But...

The scene was less horrifying as she imagined.

I mean, how horrifying can a 20 year old boy munching on Pringles get?

Hayi frowned and plopped herself down on the chair beside him, slamming the table with her phone and hanging up on the call.

"Is that it? You called for help and you're here eating Pringles? Goodness, Hanbin! I was practicing! I have a comeback in - " Hayi started to rant but stopped.

Hanbin was staring at her with puppy eyes and a mouth stuffed full of potato chips. Hayi sighed.

"Okay okay... let's not talk about how you randomly trolled me. What's up?" she asks, running her hands through her hair.

"Nothing." the cheeky boy replies.

"Nothing?! You called me and got me running here like crazy and you tell me, nothing?!"

"Yah Hayi, you said you won't talk about it anymore."

"Just what on earth did I do to dese