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♠ ♠ “Hey! Slow down you guys! I can’t keep up if you all run in different directions!”

Ah yes, it was time to do what they all loved to do at the lovely JJCC home; walk their dogs. It was bad enough that their dogs were hyper (minus Baw, Baw was pretty calm), now imagine that times ten. Eight puppies and two adult dogs. That in itself was way too much for all of JJCC to handle, and definitely a lot for he himself to handle. Even if he was leader, Youngjin could only handle one dog, maybe two tops. But walking all ten- now that was definitely a sight to see.

So it was no surprise that there was people staring at him. A tall giant wearing a hoodie and a face mask was more than enough to draw attention, not mentioning the dogs that were happily trying to run here and there, getting distracted by anything and everything. “Hey! Quit it, or I’ll put you all in time out!” An empty threat, really, but what else was going to work? Nothing, so better to try than go down a lame leader. Everything would have been fine- if the puppies hadn’t set their sights (yes, all eight of them) on a girl. More specifically, on the girl’s ice cream cone. How they managed to spot it out of everything else around them was a mystery to him, but before he knew it, there they were, dragging him across the park towards said cold treat. Trying his best to hold them back, Youngjin, the tall JJCC leader, proved to be no match for all ten dogs as they practically mopped the floor with him.

“Whoah! Watch out! Puppies on the loose!”

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“Unnie, it’s not what it looks like!”

Guilt etched upon her features, a soundly squeak escape from slack jaws and her palms are bared as a natural reaction. A rush of blood paints the apples of her cheeks red, the uncomfortable sensation of a dry throat preventing a follow up excuse from falling from her lips. There’s a blind panic; palms sweating, palpating heart increasing as the silence elongates. How on earth was she going to get herself out of this sticky little situation?

Believing everyone was out, she’d allowed herself to divulge in a guilty pleasure the other seven that occupied the dorm were not aware of – if she had just an inkling that one of them would have been back so soon she wouldn’t have bothered. 

Especially if she had known it would’ve been Oh My Girl’s very own CCTV, Shin Hyejin.

Eyes shifting across the room in hope that an aid – any sort – would jump out and save her from this predicament, Binnie resembles a startled rabbit (an animal counterpart many Miracles have fondly drawn similarities to beforehand). Scampering away from the scene of the crime, a hiding place is sought out; in this venture she captures sight of her reflection – a complete mess with the make-up caked upon her face – and cracks up in high pitched laughter. If Hyejin tells the rest of the elders she knows they’ll be repercussions for the usage of their make up. 

“Please, please, please... If you trade with me now, next time you want something I’ll give it to you, I promise!”