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     what could get worse than walking into a convenience store empty handed? (letting the cashier scan all your shit only to realize your pockets are empty.) kian didn't know. perhaps nothing. the towering man smiled sheepishly, teeth hooking on his lower lip while the little of his eyes shrunk. going back wasn't a problem if not granting himself the opportunity to have a sip of his ramen before paying. why did it have to be now of all times? the corners of his lips still orange and kimchi-ish, his lower tier shining and glorious, he looked around in search of a savior. fortunately, he spotted one. (we all know kian didn't recognize her though.) "hey, i know this is odd but i'm in a bad situation right now." kian coughed a bit, feeling the spice bite on his throat. "i left my wallet in my dorm but i already opened this pack. do you mind paying for it first? i'll get back to you after grabbing my money."

hanli understands why she has to go on a diet, she really does. after all, it’s only a month into her debut and she has to look her best. she can’t be pretty nor can she attract fans with a swollen face and bulging stomach. yet, admittedly, even she knows it’s a sad attempt at convincing herself, as she stares longingly at photos of fried chicken on her phone. she swears, she can even smell the delicious grease wafting through the air and feel the crunch of its crispy skin on her tongue. and then, to wash it all down with her favorite bubble milk tea. 

letting out a barely audible sigh, hanli tries to ignore the growling of her stomach, flooding her mind with the reminder that she has to be pretty because, queue management’s cold voice, honestly, hanli, no one wants an idol over 50kg. but holy fuck, all that she had eaten today was two chicken breasts and some bland salad and god, not even going to lie, she’d kill for fried chicken and bubble tea.