"Kiss marry kill: Nana, Amber and Chorong unnie," Eunji stated, before sinking her teeth into the glorious homemade kimchi prepared by her mother.

"That's easy! Kill Nana, kiss Amber unnie and marry Chorong unnie," Bomi replied.

Eunji arched her eyebrow, bewildered by Bomi's surprising answer. "I do get why you would kill Nana since she cheated on you, but why marry Chorong unnie when you're with Amber unnie?"

"I don't know," Bomi shrugged. "I can't see myself marrying Amber unnie. And, it's odd to imagine myself kissing Chorong unnie. But she seems like a wife material, so she's the best candidate out of the three!"

"You do know that marriage would involve something further than just kissing, right?" Eunji probed since the last part of Bomi's answer didn't make sense to her. If Bomi thinks it's odd to kiss Chorong unnie, how will they kiss on their wedding day?

"Ah, like having sex daily and other intimate stuff like that? Yeah, I'm fully aware of that Pabo-Ji. But we could just be married on paper. So there isn't a need to be involved in those sort of intimate acts. Anyway, it's not like I'm really getting to married her!"

"Man, you seriously are the last person I would ever want to marry. Oh wait, you're not even on the list!" Eunji joked, earning a kick on her leg from Bomi. "Yah! It hurts, you asshole."

"You can't go a day without insulting me, can you?" Bomi scoffed. "Next one!"

Eunji looked around, and her gaze landed on Naeun. Naeun, the school goddess, who also happened to be her girlfriend. That girl was just so confusing for Eunji. Apparently, the school goddess was giving Eunji the cold shoulder and had been avoiding her for the past two days. Eunji had left countless text messages to ask what was wrong but all of them went unanswered. Eunji had been wrecking her brain trying to think of what she had done wrong this time round, but nothing came to mind. She sighed internally. Hopefully, the space she'd given Naeun was enough to calm her down and make her talk to Eunji again soon.

"Kiss marry kill: Naeun, Hayoung and me," Eunji said as she turned to face Bomi, then quickly added, "If you choose to kill me, that's against the rule and your answer will be deemed as invalid."

"What kind of stupid rule is that? You just want my answer to be in your favour!" Bomi groaned. Eunji gave her a cheeky smile.

"Well?"

"Well, I would love to kill Hayoung but I'm worried her ghost will haunt me for life. I don't want my ass to get dragged to the pits of hell by that satanic punk." Bomi shuddered at the thought of a devil-looking Hayoung dragging her into the deepest abyss of hell to meet Hades.

"Who are you calling a satanic punk?" Hayoung arched her eyebrow while staring down at Bomi, who immediately cowered under her scary gaze and seemingly tall, skyscraper-like height.

Bomi gulped and let out a nervous chuckle. "No one! Ha.. ha. When did you come Hayoungie? I didn't see you approaching us!" Bomi swiftly changed the subject, in hopes of distracting Hayoung so that she wouldn't demand an answer. Fortunately, that did successfully shift Hayoung's attention.

Huffing in annoyance, Hayoung took a seat beside Eunji and rested her head on the older's shoulder. "Some nosy rooster from the student council stopped me from painting an art masterpiece." She was clearly unhappy that Kim Namjoo had to make an appearance just as she was about to grace the white walls of the school rooftop with her cans of spray paint.

"OH HAYOUNG."

"Fuck, not again," Hayoung muttered under her breath. She could recognise that voice anywhere.

"What are you doing up here? Out to vandalise school property again?" Namjoo's tone was clearly disapproving of Hayoung's act.

"No, I'm helping the school to look more aesthetically pleasing so students won't feel like they're in a jail cell," Hayoung casually replied. The sarcasm in her tone, however, didn't go unnoticed by Namjoo as the latter rolled her eyes.

"You're always rolling your eyes, aren't you? Not scared that one day they're going to get stuck in the back of the sockets?" Hayoung snickered.

"Just hand me those cans, Oh Hayoung, and I'll let you off this time round." Namjoo was losing her patience. Her tolerance was running low, having to put up with Hayoung's not only annoying, but also sarcasm-filled and assbiting replies.

Hayoung narrowed her eyes. "Why should I?" she challenged. This wasn't the first time Namjoo stopped her from committing a juvenile act. "I'm the next Pavarotti!" she then added confidently. Upon hearing that, Namjoo burst into a fit of laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHA yah Hayoungie! Do you even know who's Pavarotti??"

At that moment, Hayoung knew she was supposed to be embarrassed for mistaking Pavarotti for Picasso. Hell, she was even supposed to be offended that Kim Namjoo, the nosy student councillor which she likened to a rooster, was laughing at her. Yet, she couldn't. How could she? Hayoungie. How that name slips out of Namjoo's mouth every now and then during encounters like these baffled her. They weren't close by any means. Was it because Naeun unnie was Kim Namjoo's cousin, so that made Namjoo think she could call Hayoung 'Hayoungie' like how her closer friends called her? She couldn't even shake off the fuzzy feeling she felt whenever Kim Namjoo called her that. Feeling heat rising up to her cheeks, Hayoung quickly passed all of her spray paint cans to Namjoo and made a dash out of the school rooftop. She definitely didn't want Namjoo to notice the evident blush on her cheeks.

"So here I am, stuck with the school's dumb and dumber," Hayoung sighed.

"Yah! Who are you calling dumb and dumber, you satanic punk!" Bomi growled, obviously insulted by Hayoung's remark.

Hayoung lifted her head off Eunji's shoulder and pointed a finger towards Bomi accusingly. "HA! So I am the satanic punk you were talking about just now!" she exclaimed.

"Alright kids, behave," Eunji deadpanned. She shifted her attention towards Hayoung. "You know, I realised that you always listen to Namjoo. Everytime, any other student councillor catch you doing illegal stuff, you don't even give a damn. But whenever it's Namjoo, you stop whatever you're doing at the moment almost immediately. Do you like her?"

"Oooh, our Hayoungie has a huge crush on her Joojoo unnie! The satanic punk fancies the angelic student councillor." Bomi started teasing Hayoung endlessly. This was one of the very rare times where she get to tease their giant dongsaeng, and she was absolutely enjoying every second of it.

Flustered by Bomi's teasing, Hayoung retorted, "You talk too much unnie! If I were older, I would have taekwondo-ed your ass to hell right now."

"Seriously, you guys are so mean to me!" Bomi groaned. "Even Amber unnie's always out to piss me off with her stupid pranks. Only Chorong unnie treats me well."

"You and Amber unnie... You guys are such a mismatched couple. How does your relationship even work out?" Hayoung questioned seriously.

Bomi drummed her fingers on the table as she pondered the question. Even she was unsure of her relationship with Amber. She wasn't even sure if she had ever viewed Amber as her girlfriend. She scratched her head as she couldn't think of a proper response. "Now that you asked, I do wonder how we even got into a relationship," Bomi answered truthfully.

"You guys aren't on rebound are you? I mean.. you just broke up with Nana, and Amber unnie broke up with Krystal before that too.." Eunji trailed off.

"I don't know..." Bomi mumbled.

"You should talk to her about it. I'm pretty sure she'll be okay with it," Eunji assured. Bomi simply nodded.

"What about your relationship with the school godddess, then unnie? It seems pretty strained," Hayoung commented. Once again, she placed her head on the older's shoulder. The exchange between her and Namjoo earlier on definitely drained the energy out of her, causing her to feel rather sleepy.

"I don't know what I did wrong this time round," Eunji sighed. Bomi glanced at Eunji apologetically as she was unable to give any help.

"Yeah, I feel like I've heard that too many a time. You probably did something that made her jealous. You know what a green-eyed witch she could be. Fix it, unnie," Hayoung responded sincerely as she wrapped her arms around Eunji's waist and pulled the older girl closer. "You're much more comfortable than my bed."

Eunji let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, and you're my favourite dongsaeng."