After dinner, you start heading upstairs, only for Nayeon to stop you with a hand on your shoulder.
"Hey."
You turn to face her. "Yeah?"
"Follow me. I got you something."
You hesitate, weighing your options, but curiosity wins. "Okay."
She leads you upstairs to her room, where the scent of her perfume lingers—fresh, expensive. You step inside, settling onto her queen-sized bed, eyes landing on a large mirror near her desk.
Then, as Nayeon bends down to grab something, you quickly avert your gaze.
She straightens, calling your name. "Okay… look, Y/n."
"Mmm. Yeah?"
"Since I was rude earlier, I wanted to get you something for the big event tomorrow."
"What is it?"
She holds up a suit—cream-colored, pristine, paired with matching shoes.
"You like it?" she asks, watching your expression closely.
You stare at the suit, then back at Nayeon.
"It's… nice. But I can't accept this. Your family has already given me enough—a home, food—"
"So you don't want it?" she cuts in.
"No, I don't. But thank yo—"
"No. You will wear it," Nayeon interrupts, pushing the outfit into your lap.
"But I—"
"This cost too much money to sit unworn. You're wearing it tomorrow."
You don't argue further. There's no point. She strides out of the room, leaving you dumbfounded.
---
**Elsewhere…**
"Omg, I can't wait! What do y'all think I should wear?" Momo holds up two dresses—one black, one deep red.
"Wear the black one," Jeongyeon suggests.
"No, wear the dark red," Tzuyu counters.
"Come on, guys, I can only pick one."
"The black one suits you best," Dahyun says.
"Alright, I'll wear the black one."
Jeongyeon hums. "What do y'all think Y/n is going to wear?"
"No clue," Tzuyu replies.
"I think Nayeon gave her something," Dahyun muses.
Jeongyeon nods.
---
**Three minutes later…**
You rummage through your room, searching for the cigarettes you stashed, but they're nowhere to be found—not in your boot, not under the mattress. Frustrated, you rake a hand through your hair.
Then—movement. You turn. Mina stands there, smirking.
"Looking for these?" She pulls out your cigarettes, waving them in the air.
Your stomach drops. "How did you get those?"
"They were sticking out of the mattress."
"Can you give them back, please?"
"No. You looked like a crackhead searching for them."
"Please, I'll do anything."
Mina's smirk deepens. "Anything?"
"Yeah. Just give them back."
She shuts the door, then—without warning—tugs off her shirt.
"What the hell are you doing?" You step back, pulse jumping.
"You said anything."
She advances, her face inches from yours—
---
You wake up, heart pounding, sweat dampening your skin. Disoriented, you roll off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud.
"Agh."
Dahyun groans from across the room. "Why so much noise? I can't sleep with you mumbling in your dreams *and* now falling off the bed. Geez."
She turns over, ignoring you.
You push yourself up, still shaken, and head to the bathroom. Cold water splashes over your face, grounding you.
*"That was a crazy dream. What the hell—"* You pause, cheeks heating. "*Mina was looking fine, though…*"
Then—you nearly jump out of your skin.
Mina. In the bathtub. Naked—thankfully, submerged in bubbles.
You freeze.
Mina meets your gaze.
Then—
"AHHHHHHH!"
"AHHHHHHH!"
You bolt, scrambling out of the bathroom, shouting an apology as you flee.
Jihyo rounds the corner, alarmed. "What's going on?"
"Uh… umm—"
Before you can finish, she shoves past you, throwing the bathroom door open.
Inside, Mina stands clothed, casually drying her hair.
"What's wrong?" Jihyo asks.
"Oh, nothing. I burned myself, that's all."
Jihyo sighs, relieved. "Be careful next time."
"I will."
Jihyo shuts the door and turns back to you. "Sorry for pushing you."
"It's fine."
She pats your shoulder and disappears down the hall.
You stand there, baffled.
"Why did Mina lie to Jihyo?"
Dahyun stirs. "What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Well, you better get ready. Today's the day