019 — Son Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung loved annoying Violet.

It was becoming a hobby.

Every morning she'd steal Violet's seat, drink from her juice, or flick the pink ribbon in her hair just to hear her complain.

"Would you stop touching my things?"

"What things?"

"My ribbon."

"I was fixing it."

"You untied it."

"So I'd have an excuse to get closer."

Violet stared at her.

"...You're unbelievable."

"I've heard that before."

"And somehow you seem proud of it."

"I am."

Violet sighed dramatically.

"I can't stand you."

Chaeyoung smirked.

"See you tomorrow, princess."

"...Don't call me princess."

"Tomorrow, princess."

Violet groaned while Chaeyoung walked away laughing.