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three : day off

Author's Note:

Wow. It's finally on third chapter huh. Its a little bit late but thank you for taking time reading this story. I really appreciate it.

Also, even if you don't tell me, I will always vote for Stray Kids members in any given category, don't worry. :)

I also have voted for Han. 

Profanities ahead. If you do not like to read story with curses and swearing, please click away.

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Yonra's POV

It’s been a week since the new girl, Lisa, arrived and I can say that, we get along pretty well. She was really friendly, unlike that other one. Although, it was quite hard communicating with her since she don’t understand Korean quite well and same goes with her English. 

“Oi, Yonra. How’s the new trainee” I was standing at the water refilling station, refilling my empty water bottle, when Chan appeared wearing his signature smile, the smile that make me fall for him. I have been in love with him for quite a long time now. 2 years I guess. I know, I’ve been planning on confessing to him but I don’t want anything going awkward between us so I didn’t bother. I also didn’t bother telling anyone in the dorm about this. But there was one person who knew though, my childhood friend. 

“She’s good. Especially in dancing. Guess Hyunjin has a rival now” I joked, trying to calm myself down. Okay, Yonra, calm down. Stop blushing. Argh.

“Haha. Cool. By the way, I was planning on taking everyone out this weekend. You know, to have some fun. Away from stress because, I can see that everyone are having a hard times and you know, you’re invited and you can also take the others with you. Don’t worry, everything will be my treat. So, are you in?” as always, he asked me politely. 

“I loved that. I’ll definitely go and bring the girls” I replied to him, smiling. Probably, I look like and idiot with this smile but darn, I can’t contain myself. I’m overflowing with so much joy right now.

“Cool. It’s a date then. I’ll text you the details tonight. See you all this weekend” and with that, he waved goodbye and walked to the other direction and I was there, standing, watching his back slowly getting further and further.
 
“Yeah” I mumbled to myself.  Wait. Did he just said date? I wasn’t hearing things right? I pinched myself just to be sure I wasn’t dreaming and man, that hurts.
“Cool. A date with the blonde dude. Wow. Congrats” Bomhae sarcastically commented appearing out of nowhere. She had a lollipop in her mouth and was looking at me with no interest. Her hair was tied up in a bun, making her look like Pucca. You know that Chinese girl wearing a red tank top with a black pants in a japanese  animated series. 

 “Wanna join?” I smiled at her, even though I consider her my rival. I have been one-sidedly considered Bomhae as my rival for over 2 years after she got praised by her amazing rap skills. Well I can’t really argue, she is good at everything she does that makes me kinda envy her. So I considered her my rival. Besides, she never even take a bit of interest in me.

“Oh no, I don’t wanna appeal to your date.” Again, she sarcastically said. The tone of her voice clearly shows no interest. I’m actually always get annoyed whenever she use that kind of tone. Like a really plastic one. Contain yourself, Yonra. She’s always like that. You should have gotten used to it.
“Everyone is going though.”
“Cool. Count me out.” She then walked away. I shouldn’t have invited her. No scratched that, I should have ignored her the moment she appeared.  Argh. She’s always getting on my nerves.


I am currently staring at the mountain of mess that I just made with my clothes. I was looking for that perfect dress for this weekend but I don’t really have a good taste in fashion. As I was busy staring at the of pile of mess, my phone suddenly rings.

Chan:
Hey, Yonra-ssi. So this weekend, Sunday, at Seoul Grand Park. 12 noon sharp. Don’t be late. (

My smile grew bigger the moment I read the message. I jumped unto my bed and started to roll over like that common teen on TV shows giggling while holding their phone on their chest because they receive a text from their crush. Yes, I look like that. Except this is not a TV show nor a movie. 

Ahh. I should ask Aubriana for what clothing I should wear since she has a really great fashion sense compared to me, obviously. 

I stepped outside my room, not bothering to clean up my really messy room. I immediately went running towards the kitchen since she always hang around there. 

“Hey, aubri. Can I asked you for some fashion advice?“ I happily asked

“Clearly, I’m not Aubri. You blind or just dumb?” the smile on my face suddenly turned into a frown when  moment I saw Bomhae, sitting while holding a piece of bread. 

“What are you doing in here?” I asked

“Taking a piss. Can’t you see?” For once, can she give an answer that is not sarcastic?  I just ignore what she said and asked another question, not that I expect her to give a proper answer. 

“You seen Aubri?”

“Outside. With dum dum” 

“dum dum?” now whose nickname is this? Bomhae likes to give people some insulting nicknames. one time, she gave me a nickname ‘Pickle Girl’ for two whole weeks because of that time she saw me having only a whole pickle on my lunch box. You can’t blame me, I was running late.

“yeah” she continued eating the bread that she was holding earlier. I stood here, watching her, observing her from head to toe. Bomhae also has a really great taste when it comes to fashion, huh. Should I ask her? What if she makes fun of me instead? Should I just wait for Aubriana to arrive? I can’t really wait though. I really need to find something to wear. 

“Bomhae” I called. She looks at me. 

“I..uhm..Can you help me with something?”

“If this is related to that shitty date of yours, then no. I won’t help you” I knew it. Why did I even bother asking her. 

“Please?” I begged, pouting. I don’t know why I’m doing this but I’m willing to do anything to make her help me. 

"That one."

“I’ll willingly do anything you want just please, Bomhae.”

“Anything?” shit. Now what the heck did you just put yourself into, Yonra?

“Y-yeah. Anything.” I said while stuttering. My heart beat faster when she said anything. Clearly she’s plotting something but what the hell.

“Fine. I’ll help you” yes, works like a charm.

Bomhae stood up from her chair and started to walk towards my room. I followed her silently. 

“Wow” she muttered as she saw the pile of mess in my room the moment she opened the door. I just face palmed myself. 

With no other words, Bomhae entered my room and started to look through the pile. And I was really surprise by her choice. She took out a yellowish with black color striped, elbow length long sleeve paired with a really long skirt that I didn’t knew I even known until today. 

“Pair that with this” she said holding an orange converse. She give it to me and left. I wonder when I can get into Bomhae’s good side. She’s always been rude and blunt with everyone. 
I prepared everything that I will be needing for this Sunday when my phones notifications rings.

Chan:
See you on Sunday (
 
Another wide grin started to appear in my face. I can’t wait for Sunday.


 I can’t believe it. We finally arrived at the amusement park. As expected I wore the clothes that Bomhae picked herself. Everyone was there too. With the right amount of pestering, Bombae decided to come along. 

….

Fine, I pestered her enough to make her say yes but it doesn’t matter now, what matters now is that everyone is here. And we will be having so much fun today. Luckily, the agency let us go out.

“You look cute in that outfit” Chan whispered before walking towards where everyone was. Thank god he walked aways before he can see the look in my face right now. I mean, I look like a red tomato, blushing on his one comment. 

“Okay, since there’s 12 of us here, we will be diving ourselves into four.” Chan instructed. He opened his palm to reveal 12 rolled papers.  “Written in this paper are numbers 1 to 4. Please pick only one”

Everyone walked up to him and started to pick for paper except for Bomhae who was staring blankly at Chan. I was kinda guilty of tagging her along here when she insisted she doesn’t want to come. So as a way of getting back to her, I pick a remaining paper in Chan’s hand and give it to her. 

“Here” I said, handing the paper to her while smiling. I need to keep smiling even if she always ruins my mood.

“I don’t care”

“Stinky” in the end, I was the one who opened her paper for her. As I opened the paper, the number 3 was written in it. “You’re 3” I said to her.

“No I’m not. I’m a bitch.”

I just shrugged my head and turn my attention towards my own paper. And guess what, you guys wouldn’t believe it. I’m paired with her. Great going, Yonra.

“I’m also 3 so let’s get along. Please, just for today” my voice sounded like begging, well, I actually am. I don’t want to ruin this day by making it awkward around her. As much as possible, I want us to be having fun together. I hate to admit it but I really wanna befriend Bomhae once again, like I did during her first day on JYP Ent.

“Hi I’m Yonra, 13. I studied at Cheongdam middle school. Nice meeting you”
“Don’t care”
“Hey, wanna have lunch together?” 
“No”
“Hey. I see you already memorize this step. Mind teaching mae as well?
“Get away from me”

Everyone got their numbers and Chan started to announce all the groups.

“So for Group 1 we have Han, Lisa, Changbin and Minho. For Group 2 we have Aubriana, Hyunjin, Jeong In and Felix. Last group, Group 3, you have Me, Yonra, Seungmin and Bomhae. That’s all. Oh and by the way, I want everyone to gather around here at  2 pm. Understood?” Chan said like a leader he is. Man, he looks so attractive.

Han’s POV

Changbin hyung and I was currently in the recording studio, busy making tracks and composing another mixtape when suddenly, Chan hyung busted in the door giggling like a little kid. Changbin hyung and I glances at each other wondering what came into the mind of this weird fella.

“Guys, I know you’re all stress out so, ahem, let me wash away all those worries of your and let us all have fun in the amusement park. Sounds great, right?” he joyfully announced 

“Amusement park?” Changbin hyung asked. 
“Yeah, you know, those with awesome heart dropping fun rides. Everyone will be there, of course by everyone I mean EVERYONE.”  Chan hyung exclaimed, quoting the everyone. As hyung said that, my heart suddenly beat faster and I could even feel my ears burning up. Everyone. That includes Bomhae.
“Sounds a really great idea. Count me in” I replied without any hesitation.

 A day at the park huh. Sounds really fun.


I was currently alone in the dance room, trying to master the dance step Minho hyung was teaching us this morning. I slide my feet to the left and it made a squealing sound. Same as what I did to the other side. The other thing that can be heard inside this empty dance room was the upbeat music and the squealing sound my shoes was making. And every actions that I make, I can see Bomhae’s face smiling as we danced together. When was the last time I seen her smile again? It was probably a really long time. 

As my mind was pre occupied by the thoughts of Bomhae, I didn’t realize Seungmin walked in. My mood suddenly dropped the moment I saw him. Everyone was aware of the aura that Seungmin and Bomhae was emitting everytime they stand beside each other, the only ones who doesn’t know it was they themselves. And I will do everything to stop what was starting to form. 

“Aye, jisung. Wanna practice together?” 

“No thanks, I was about to leave actually.” I said with a blank expression in my face as I picked up my things and started to walk away. I won’t hand her to him. 

 On the way to the park, Bomhae was ignoring me and I can feel it down my spines. She’s still mad. 

“Hey. Did you two fought again?” Changbin hyung asked and I just flash a smile at him.

As Chan hyung was announcing the group, I can feel something that will completely ruin my mood. “Last group, Group 3, you have Me, Yonra, Seungmin and Bomhae.” I didn’t hear what hyung was saying after that statement as I feel my blood started boiling inside of me. 

I knew it. Seungmin and Bomhae..in the same group.