dahye found herself standing in front of her closet for a couple of minutes the next day. she's kinda regretting that she'll come with the guys.

but of course, whatever reason she says, it's all about renjun.

"da—what happened? did your closet vomitted your clothes or something?" donghyuck entered the room, already dressed.

dahye frowned at his brother, "i don't know what to wear..."

"you?" he pointed at his sister, "of all people? you'd say that?" he snickered. "just hurry up. mark-hyung will come and pick us up any minute."

dahye sighed and covered her face, "i hate you guys so much..."

"the feeling's mutual, dada."