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kang daniel

before we start the first session of our training, we definitely had to face one of the most important part of the day: breakfast.

imagine a spacious hall with chairs and tables enough for 101 boys. definitely looks like a school cafeteria, right? now, imagine the boys wearing a series of colored sweaters, looking like some sort of a pride parade that just went for a lunch break. yup, that's just how we look like right now.

thank god that we were allowed to sit freely for breakfast, or else i wouldn't be able to live without any of my hyungs. well, there is tiny lee woojin back in the b rank, but he's the only one that i recognize. other than that, i'm lost.

jisung-hyung noticed the unfair amount of food given for lower ranks first, as he himself is put as an f rank (i swear putting him there might've been the worst decision anyone had made throughout this whole show), but he did not elaborate. to be certain, it honestly made me feel like i should stick with the other b ranks because we all have the same portion. in this condition, you'd feel sorry for everyone around you but you don't know how to change anything about it.

well, not until someone had a fucking brilliant idea.

we chose a seat not far from the corner where it still had a couple of empty seats. while we were there, turns out everyone was having a little quarrel that was tranquil enough not to be discovered by the staff.

"anyone wants the kimchi?"

"hey! there's half a chicken here~"

"can i have more rice?"

"what's going on here?" jaehan asks as we sat on this specific table.

one of the ygk+ kids shrugs. "don't know, but that one a-rank dude just gave away all his food to share. he's getting more now."

"that one 'a-rank dude' has a name, you know." one of the nu'est members, i recognize him as jr, calls out. "it's ong seongwoo."

my throat tightened at the mention of his name.

jisung pushes me away so that he could say something to the boys at he corner. "jonghyunie!" he pulls out a finger gun.

jr grins back and passes him a finger gun. "jisung hyung!"

i was about to question how the hell did jisung manage to pull the 'hyung' card with a celebrity in a span of one night, but i stopped wondering because hey, this is yoon jisung we're talking about. he could have a five-minutes talk with a criminal and they'd probably plan a tea party for the next day.

"jisung-hyung, did you forget about me?" a kid sitting not that far from jonghyun calls out, i recognize him as the japanese kid but i don't remember his name.

jisung sighs, "kenta honey, i thought you were invisible because of that hair covering your eyes."

yup, that's the yoon jisung effect.

i set myself on the table, jisung sitting next to me and jaehan on the other side. we received bits of the food given by ong's (i passed it all to my hyungs though, as they barely had enough food to feed themselves). it was not long until ong came back with his pink sweater and a tray filled with another batch of food.

what a smart asshole.

and as i thought he'd keep the second batch of food by himself, he gave it away to everyone again until what was barely left in his tray was rice, soup and a bit of kimchi. he noticed my presence, his posture straightened, but he did not elaborate. i lean on jisung. "is that kid insane?"

jisung raises his eyebrows. "nah, he's just generous."

"it's stupid."

"it's called being nice, euigeon." jisung smiles. "and that kid is nice in general, you should try learning from him."

is he forgetting the fact that he just complimented my ex-boyfriend in front of me—

oh yeah,

he doesn't know.

"ong!" jisung leans over the table to have eye contact with him.

ong tilts his head. "yes, hyung?"

"you're doing great, honey!"

ong grins sincerely, with kenta giving out a thumbs up to jisung.

"so you're dormmates." i mutter under my breath, the statement fully pointed out to jisung.

jisung nods. "he sleeps at the bunk below me. gave everyone free face masks. like i said: he's a nice kid,"

i wanted to scream everything out. the fact that ong seongwoo has somehow caught my attention without even trying. the fact that yoon jisung does know, but he's barely keeping up on my side. the fact that ong seongwoo, an a-rank, is stupid enough to have nothing left on his tray.

i cut half of my chicken wings, leaving the wing part on my plate and self-handedly bring the drumstick part. i stood up just to get to ong's place, (an action that i didn't think that i'll have the guts to do) putting my hand on his shoulder (wow daniel, what an attention-seeker) and placing the single drumstick on his plate. he was startled by my presence, his eyes opened wide and his cheeks reddened, but he managed to keep himself stable (just like what i am doing to myself now) and he stutters his words with a reassuring smile. "i'm sorry, b-but I'm not hungry."

my hand falls off his shoulder, i cross my arms. "i know, but you look suspicious."

without hesitation, i got back to my seat. i heard ong murmur something like 'thank you' under his breath.

ong seongwoo

i can't believe that my first interaction with kang euigeon after 9 months happened because the pellucid concern for chicken wings.

the wings and the drumstick.

a perfect name for mnet's upcoming romance drama.

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watch as i try to make this book into a sloppy korean drama!!1!!1
hehe jk, but trust me when i say that ong's last statement will be related to what's going to happen in the next chapter.
just know this that again; this book is very much made without a certain plot so it might get a bit too much out of context.
furthermore, i hope you'd like this one and please do be patient for the next chapter!
for those who are a big fan of justice league team (sorry sorry team 2), please do give my fanfic, hi hello some love <3

— yuehwa