Summary : It's 2019 and YG has announced plans to debut a new girlgroup, the Citrus girls and two more trainees make the lineup . As they hold trials to determine positions within the group, ego gets in the way and the girls friendship suffers a heavy blow.

" What fuck happened? !!" Amora spit at her poor phone, immediately calling Yoonah the moment their trainer said the trial was over.

Byeol could hear small sobs over the phone as Amora explained to Yoonah what happened.

" What's going on ? " Byeol played dumb, wanting to spit in her own face for it .

" Yeah , is she okay ? ' Hea asked, her panic growing as she too heard Yoonah crying " Did she get hurt? Why did she miss it ? She would never miss it.

Amora stopped walking as Yoonah explained  over the phone. Something shifted in Amora's eyes, a wave of hurt and wrath darkening the hazel orbs. Byeol gulped, she knew this was coming. There was no way in hell she wouldn't be found out, she knew this when she made the decision to not tell Yoonah about the main dancer trial. Still, watching her friends gradually piece together what happened sent a melancholic wave of panic through her. Like she was watching her entire life slowly fall apart without being able to do anything about it.

Suddenly the filipino girl shoved her phone into Hea's hand and Byeol knew she was done for.

" BORA" Amora marched up to Bora like a war cannon, her steps making loud noises against the ground " WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM ? " Amora grabbed the girl by the back of her jacket making the blonde's body jerk back as Bora barely catched her balance.

Bora looked back at the red haired girl with the eyes of a scared animal. Amora had the type of temper that made people forget she was 1,55 m.

" WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? " Bora gained back her composure nudging Amora on the shoulder.

" Don't play fucking dumb you piece of shit " Amora pushed Bora harder, the way she didn't flinch at Bora's nudge making the taller girl squirm " What the fuck is your problem?! "

" Okay , if you're looking for someone to fuck your face up as punishment for that shit ass performance you gave, please look for someone else cause I need to go fucking sleep "

Amora grabbed her by jacket, bringing their faces menacingly close

" I gave a SHIT performance because I was worried SICK for my friend. Now, why the FUCK would you that to Yoonah ? "

Bora's blood froze as if there was poison dripping from Amora's mouth.

" I didn't do anything to Yoonah ..........I told YOUR FRIEND BYEOL to tell her the schedule change while I was in practice "

There in the cold air of the late evening, time went still for a moment. Amora's hand slowly unclenched around Bora's jacket before closing around it again. Hea's watery eyes turned to Byeol, who couldn't handle the immediate disappointment that fell upon her friend's eyes as she recognized guilt weighting down Byeol's face.

" Byeol.....is that true? " Amora turned back, all of her attention in Byeol's face, frantically looking for the answer in her expression like it was an equation to save the world.

Byeol swallowed. Her mouth tasted metalic, she felt like she could throw up at any moment.

" Yeah " Byeol's sobbed, her voiced faded half way as she broke out in tears

The thing that truly stabbed Amora's heart was how Byeol looked at her. Through her tears, she gave her a sharp look, a battle look, like Amora was something to be feared, a menacing enemy crashing Byeol's world down.

The three girls stood in silence for some moments as the shock ran through their veins. A storm of chaos would follow ,so the girls thanked God for a little moment of stillness. The air filled with nothing but Yoonah's silent cries from the phone and Bora's hurried steps as she got out of the tornado's eye.

" How could you do that? " Amora's broken voice asked, feeling like the words had been punched out of her chest.

Another moment of silence went by. Byeol had no idea about the humiliation that would come with admitting she had sabotaged her best friend over such a thing. She felt so stupid and weak, like prideful scared child. But she couldn't deny the doom that took over her heart when she thought about what would happen if she wasn't the main dancer. She didn't have the looks, voice or charm to rival her peers. This was what she was good at, this was who she was. Without the title of " main dancer ", Byeol had no identity, no purpose. She was useless

" She's better than me " Tears dropped along with the words. Byeol's face was red , her eyes wild and frightened. She looked like she was capable of anything.

A bitter laugh came out of Amora. It was empty and cruel, something none of the two girls had heard from her before. She was incredulous and fuming.

" You known this is gonna fuck her up, right ? You're her hero " Hea turned off the phone, not standing to hear Yoonah blaming herself over this mess. Her face was frozen in a pained look and you could hear the impending tears in her voice.

" I don't care if I'm her hero I need this " Byeol panicked, spitting venom before she could think. She just wanted to run away, they would never love her again and it was too much to bare.

" I cannot fucking believe you Byeol. What the fuck! " Amora lashed out, getting in Byeol's face "You robbed this from her, you knew how much this would hurt her " Byeol tried to avert Amora eyes but the redhead flicked her chin up.

"You don't get to look away, Byeollie. Just ....." Amora gave her best friend a pained look
" Why?"

She was right, Byeol didn't get to look away from the pain and chaos she caused. She deserved the raw feeling of shame climbing up her throat.

" I thought.." Byeol choked on her words, blinking away tears " I thought if I wasn't the main dancer they would chuck me out. Please, think Hea.."

Byeol roughly reached for the younger's arm, pleading for some understanding.

" I'm nothing if I'm not the main dancer. I have nothing to bring to the group if not that. You seen how they've thrown people out before, I couldn't, I can't... " Byeol's tears stole her words away as she saw fear in her friend's face, releasing Hea's hand.

" You're so fucking stupid Byeol, I can't believe you sabotaged Yoonah over a group position! It doesn't make any sense, the girl I know would never do something like this! I can't believe you betrayed us like this" Amora tried to sound as wild and angry as she was before, not wanting to let the sympathy she felt for Byeol affect her judgement.

Hea though, couldn't help but have her  hearstrings be pulled. She delicately took her hand away from Byeol's grip, starring deep in to the eyes Byeol was trying to hide so much. One of the reasons she loved Byeol, was what a surprise she was. Here you have a 1,76 meters girl with cold hearted look that could split you in half, nobody would expect the naive dork that lived underneath that persona. So it was kind of unfair to Byeol, Hea thought, that Hea would love her for her surprises when they were sweet and warm and not when they were messy and painful. 

" What you did was cruel...." Hea petted Byeol's head with a loud sign " To Yoonah and to you, too" She continued running her fingers through Byeol's hair, soothing her, comforting her.

" What the hell are you doing? Are we just giving her a slap on the wrist? " Amora asked, fury exploding out of her.

" You can't just drop the people you love when they fuck up Mora " Hea held Byeol still as she flinched at Amora's words

" But Yoonah! "

" Exactly" Hea cut Amora off before she could finish, in a tone so filled with authority even Hea took a minute to understand it had came out of her mouth " This is between Yoonah and Byeol. It's up to them how this ends "

The girls went silent again, the sense of grief  freezing the air.

"We have to go back to the dorm then " Amora held her head down, affirming in softer tone

" Please no " A shock of panic wen through Byeol's veins. She broke away from Hea, every fiber in her being telling her to run away.
" Yoonah......,please don't make me do this"

The two girls starred blankly at Byeol as she stood, surrounded by them, clearly terrified.

" I can't have her hate me, please, I can't have Yoonah hate me"

Byeol cried a bit more and her members simply watched, unsure of what to do and overrun with fear about the future of their friendship. Amora felt a little stab to her heart, she could never imagine what it would felt like if Byeol had said the things she told Byeol to her instead.

" You should have thought about that before choosing not to tell her about the audition "

Amora calmly took Byeol's forearm and started walking peacefully towards the dorm. Byeol wanted to take her arm away, wanted to fight it and sleep in the practice room, but the way Amora touched her, with no anger, left her dumbfounded enough to let herself be taken. She was too grateful to have her best friend not yelling at her anymore to care about anything else

The walk to the dorm was silent. A lifeless empty silent shared by those who fear the ramifications of any sound they might make. But still, the arrival was much much worst.

" Byeollie !! " Yoonah immediately shot into Byeol's arms the second the older girl entered the dorm. The younger buried her head in Byeol's chest, hugging her tightly and sending a piercing sickness down Byeol's stomach.

" What happened??? Bora unnie won't tell me anything!! " Yoonah turned her head in the direction of a pantless Bora smoking by the living room's window with headphones on. Her voice was filled an explosive anger Amora recognized in her own voice minutes before.

Bora got up, quickly sprinting towards her room, waving at Byeol in an sarcastic manner. The whole dorm seemed to have taken notice of the situation, as all the girls were tucked away in their quarters like there would be an nuclear bomb testing in the living room .

Yoonah stared into Byeol's eyes, lost and scared, looking for an explanation, asking her biggest friend and role model to help her make sense of the lost of what could be a life changing opportunity. Byeol couldn't bare it, she was gonna definitely throw up, she was gonna throw up and then she and Yoonah would have to clean up, they would get distracted and then magically Byeol would never have to tell her.
Byeol forcibly forced the vomit back into her stomach. She didn't deserve to throw up, she needed to feel every inch of tension in pain in her body. She had to tell Yoonah. They would never forgive her if she didn't.

" We had a schedule change. I was supposed to tell you. I didn't. I was scared they would see how good you were and dump me for you. I'm sorry "
Byeol breathed out, mentally pushing herself over cliff to make a sound, every word feeling like a needle in her heart.

Yoonah's face fell. She looked like a toddler, realizing Santa wasn't real. She was a picture of betrayal and sadness, a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

" What....? Byeollie... " Yoonah called her casually, still clinging to the hope that her Byeol would never do that.  Her Byeol would never be jealous of her, never be threatened by her, would never hurt her.

The regret in the older girl's frozen face killed Yoonah's innocence. It must have been some cruel joke,Yoonah wanted to snort at the thought of a shooting team coming out of the rooms yelling about how she had just got played on PrankTv, but her throat was tied in knots, tightening until they unraveled with a sob.

" Why would do that to me? " Yoonah asked dumbfoundedly " You, you knew how important this was to me " Tears fell, her nose got red and runny. There was no anger or bitterness to her tone, just sadness and a desire for it all to go away so she could hug Byeol.

Yoonah was a heart wrenching sight and Byeol wanted to punch who put that look in her girl.

" I just....." Byeol scrambled for words in a mess of panic,lost and self hate. She stood in silence, choking out the excuses and deflections before they could get to Yoonah. If she didn't say anything now , she would lose her, Byeol couldn't hide her broken parts behind a quiet persona anymore.

" I thought they would chuck me out once they saw you cause you're so pretty and young, and you sing well and you were better than me.You were better than me. I just.....I just don't have anywhere to go if don't debut, I can't be a failure I'd rather die " Byeol spit out at the speed of a fulminant heart attack, stumbling with her words as her eyes got wilder and her sobs harder before finally collapsing on the ground to hide her face behind her knees.

Yoonah fell down to sit with her almost instantly, joining in the aggressive sobbing.

' What the fuck did this place do to you Byeol?" Amora asked with the same horror one would express at the sight of a corpse. This was a twisted version of her best friend, a doll broken beyond recognition. She and Hea had silently joined the crying as situtaion went on, trying to keep to themselves as this deeply personal conversation unraveled

Hea kneeled down cupping Yoonah's face and tucking her into her shoulder. She swiftly took Byeol's hand, who held her's for dear life as she patted the youngest's hair.

' Do you think we can fix this? ' Hea asked all of them like it was if it was a prayer.  

' You don't have to forgive me Yoon. I don't deserve it' Byeol whispered like it was hurting her.

' Shut the fuck up ' Yoonah protested more Byeol's self deprecation than anything else, her voice carrying that particular sad child  tone.

' I think we can. But Byeol will have to sacrifice something. We all will have too. We can't go on like this ' Amora answered with an delay, her eyes lost in thought.

'How...? ' Hea tried to reject the hopeful tone in her question but couldn't press it down.

' Leave. Leave YG ' Amora said simply.

Byeol felt her ears ringing like a bomb had just exploded.

' What ' Byeol said her first syllable with no sob in between in  the last 5 minutes

' Look at what this fucking place did to you. You're not worthless if they don't give you the title of main dancer. That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard. You're my fucking best friend. You're our fucking best friend, and look at what you did to the person you love the most in the entire fucking world because of this wack ass brainwashing abuse machine. We are not their fucking property, they don't get to decide our worth  ' Amora went off like a war canon, every breath filled with years worth of revolt and hurt. Her eyes were ablaze and her skin was hot to the touch, an overheating furnace of fury
"  I've had enough. Haven't you? "

Amora looked into Byeol's eyes

Byeol's ears were still ringing, her eyes were exhausted from all the crying, her legs were numb and she was pretty sure she was going to vomit at some point in the near future. So she couldn't help but be honest.

' Yes '

Hi, I'm sorry I know that that was a lot, I really don't want to interrupt, but I just wanted to use this chapter to say thank you. To anyone who's reading this, thank you for lending my characters your sympathy and time. I'm really grateful for it. Also just an overall thank you for 2k reads, I spent a lot of time with nobody knowing my content existed so it's a really big breath of fresh air to have people actually read and like my things.