Kwanghee had walked in on quite a few things in the first month that she had been rooming with YeongMi.

She had, for example, walked in on YeongMi's version of meditating; she rather thought YeongMi had a future as a contortionist.

She had also walked in on quite a few trials of pranks, most of which backfired on YeongMi, and, on several occasions, Kwanghee as well.

She could, with confidence, say that this time was, in fact, the strangest.

She wasn't sure what she was looking at, at first, when she noticed the two in bed. They were so pressed against each other that, at first glance, she thought it was only YeongMi.

That is, until she noticed that there were too many arms, and, she didn't remember YeongMi having extra arms.

Perhaps, it wouldn't have been such a shock, if it were YeongMi's boyfriend underneath her.

But it wasn't.

She had noticed the young girl around before, and she recognized her as the one that would often show up outside their room, at all hours of the day, barging in like it was her own. She was the only underclassman that was brave, or foolish enough to speak casually to YeongMi, and, most likely, the only one that could get away with it.

She had known they were close, but this close? It was a shock, to say the least.

YeongMi had been rumoured to be a cheater, but Kwanghee had stacked that up to be mindless gossip.

Now, here was the evidence needed to expose her.

They only noticed Kwanghee after the door slammed behind her, and they finally untangled themselves, staring at her with a mix of shock and relief.

"Oh, Kwanghee, I thought you were staying at your friends tonight."

"Mae got sick, so we cancelled. What," Kwanghee didn't know what to think, "What's going on?"

The younger girl shoved YeongMi's arm, scowling, "I told you to lock the door, idiot!"

"I did! She has a key, idiot."

Hyjoon got up, slinking over to Kwanghee with pleading eyes. "You, uh, you won't tell anyone, right?"

"I don't know," Kwanghee was conflicted, "I mean, I'm confused. What about Namjoon? And, I didn't realize you were.... I mean, are you?"

"Bisexual? Listen, I love Namjoon, I do. But," Kwanghee didn't fail to notice the affection in YeongMi's eyes as she glanced at Hyjoon, "I love her too. Is it wrong to want both?"

"Yes! You committed to Namjoon, and he to you. How would you feel if he was cheating on you with someone? Like, like, what's his name?"

"Jin? I'd be relieved. I can love both of them, we can all be together, I think."

"But, Namjoon?"

"I'll tell him, but please, let it be me to tell him. He shouldn't hear it from anyone else."

Kwanghee stared at the pair, still trying to wrap her head around this.

"So, you like," Kwanghee glanced at the framed picture of Namjoon and YeongMi on her bedside table, "and, you like," she looked at the way YeongMi's hand had casually grabbed Hyjoon's, "but, god, I don't know what to do."

"Let me tell him, keep your mouth shut," YeongMi was beginning to grow irritated, and Kwanghee didn't want to feel her wrath, but she didn't want to let Namjoon continue dating YeongMi, now knowing that YeongMi was cheating on him, with a girl, and not just any girl, but their mutual friend. What should she do? Would YeongMi really tell Namjoon?

"I... I need to think."

She turned, grabbing the door handle and opening it to reveal a disgruntled Namjoon. By his expression, he had heard everything.

"Namjoon! I can explain-"

Namjoon cut YeongMi off, shaking his head in regret. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. You've changed since you decided to stay at Daewon. I can't believe you!"

YeongMi smirked, reaching up to scratch her neck. The skin began to peel, falling to the floor at her feet. Satisfied, she began scraping her face, her nails digging into the skin and pulling it free.

"Oh my god, YeongMi don't-!"

Suddenly, YeongMi's face peeled off, and Bora stood with a wide grin, "surprise bitches!"

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Um, yeah, April fools?