Ding!

Kwanghee looked up from his phone at the sound of the notification. He read it silently before dismissing it.

"Who's it from?" Sandra asked, curious.

They were hanging out under the shaded tree during Tuesday's lunch break.

Kwanghee shrugged. "I don't know. Seems like a scam message. I get those once in a while."

Ding!

Another notification rang, and Kwanghee, now annoyed, checked the new message. This time, he read it out loud for Sandra.

"We are expecting you at The... Selection...Day," he slowed down, creasing his forehead as he continued. "...Miss Dar Rose. Congratulations."

Kwanghee looked confused for a second before realization hit him, his eyes widening in shock.

She watched how Kwanghee's face change from boredom to an appalled expression as he finally understood the message.

When Kwanghee finally connected the dots, he looked almost disbelievingly at Sandra.

"What the heck!?" he shouted, still in disbelief, his eyes accusing.

Sandra quickly snatched his phone and read the messages herself.

"Your application has been accepted. Click the link xxx for more information."

The first message read. No wonder Kwanghee thought it was a scam. Then followed shortly by,

"We are expecting you at The Selection Day, Miss Dar Rose. Congratulations."

Her friend was shocked. She was a bit too. She was accepted.

"I cannot believe you," Kwanghee muttered after a while, breaking her thoughts.

Sandra returned his phone to him.

"You. Are. Joining. The. Selection. Day." Kwanghee emphasized every word.

Sandra leaned on the tree instead of answering. She knew he would be angry.

"My God!" Kwanghee exclaimed in exasperation. "I thought you joined Track & Field last Club Assembly Day!" He fanned himself, clearly frustrated. "Dar, what the hell have you been thinking? Gosh!"

Sandra let him release his frustrations. She didn't comment back, she couldn't come up with a witty remark. Also, she understood his anger.

"Now you're not talking to me, huh? Look at you!" Kwanghee grew more upset. "Since it's my number they've been sending these messages to, should I reply STOP or CANCEL and hope that's enough to stop this madness? Girl, you'll be the death of me!"

Sandra sighed. "Calm down, Kwanghee. People can hear your girly screams. You'll reveal your sexuality in no time. Not my fault." Her attempt to pacify him only earned her a glare.

Kwanghee continued glaring as he spoke. "I can't believe you. Are you crazy?"

Sandra tried not to smirk. "Maybe I am."

Kwanghee shook his head. "Do you understand the danger you're putting yourself into with this?"

Kwanghee was worried, and Sandra appreciated it. But,

"I won't die, I promise. Don't worry too much," she said.

"Gosh, girl. You're really crazy." Kwanghee was almost out of words. "You used my number to apply to those gangsters. And you expect me not to worry? Even after all the warnings I gave you?"

Sandra sighed again. It was tiring to argue with him. She didn't have a personal phone, so she used Kwanghee's number instead. She'd been using it for a while now.

"Gosh, Gucci, Givenchy, if we continue this topic, you'll give me white hairs and wrinkles! Gosh, no!"

Sandra smiled a bit. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely. Kwanghee really deserved her apology. She'd been pestering him for a while, and he never complained until now.

After a while of uttering more colorful (and branded) profanities, Kwanghee finally calmed down.

He sighed deeply and looked at Sandra worriedly. "When will this obsession with Mad KingZ stop?" he asked slowly.

Sandra was surprised. She didn't expect that. "I'm not obsessed with Mad KingZ," she denied.

Kwanghee rolled his eyes. "From day one, I could tell something was off with you, Dar. Then day two, day three, until today, we're still talking about Mad KingZ. Lie to me and I'll slap that beautiful face of yours."

Sandra was out of words. It was hard to accept the truth. She cleared her throat. "I'm not obsessed with Mad KingZ," she repeated, though she knew she couldn't mean it. Kwanghee was right; her interest had only been Mad KingZ.

Kwanghee looked at her for a moment before sighing. "Just don't hurt yourself, okay? If something happens to you, I'll be the one arranging your funeral. You don't know many people." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Plus, you're not friendly either." Kwanghee meant this half-jokingly, but there was some truth in it. Sandra was a risk taker for bizarre reasons he couldn't understand, and it worried him.

"I'm not gonna die," Sandra tried to assure him again.

Kwanghee wanted to believe her. "I know you're a tough cookie, Dar," he said, trying to encourage her. "But when things get rough at The Selection Day, you can always run away. You're good at running, remember?" He tried to lighten the mood.

Sandra laughed a little. "Running is what I do, yes, but this time I won't be running away from them." She whispered the last part to herself. "They have to pay the price."

Kwanghee shrugged. "If I were Mad KingZ, I'd be running away from you too. You're scary."

Sandra just shrugged her shoulders.