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Minju, with a twinkle in her cold dead eyes (fuck those contacts), whispered to Iroha, “I think we’ve got another mark to gull.”
***
Wonhee knelt down in a disturbingly submissive position as the Sarangnee Club examined her pearly whites.
“Perfect teeth,” said Yunah, wistfully.
“What’s the point of checking my dental records?” asked Wonhee.
“We might have trouble identifying you later if something goes wrong—”
Iroha elbowed Moka to shut her up. Wonhee was too glad about finally having friends to ask any useful follow-up questions.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if you were like, examining my ass and I made a fart sound with my mouth and you all got scared?”
“Perfect candidate,” said Yunah, slapping shut the file folder in her hands. Wonhee grinned nervously at them, while Minju and Iroha stared creepily at her and Moka stared blankly. But Yunah smiled evilly.
“Hold still,” she said, readying a needle. Wonhee gulped, but the pain was over in an instant.
***
Standing before her target, Wonhee struggled to remember what to do.
Enter the building, walk up to them, greet them with a bow, explained Yunah’s voice in her memory.
It was a large tower, in Gangnam. Lots of people going in and out. Even dressed in her school uniform, she shouldn’t stand out.
…walk up to them, greet them with a bow—there they were! NewJeans! Wonhee had a vague recollection of another reality in which she was a fellow idol, but all those memories had been wiped away by The Company.
…greet them with a bow, give them the gift, and our apology—Danielle looked so happy. Hanni was in tears! Haerin still looked like an elven goddess. And then, beyond the other two, Wonhee saw their boss, She Who Must Not Be Named.
—and when you’re done, turn around, and just before walking out the door, bite down hard on the Sarangnee we’ve given you.
Dutifully, cheerfully, yet naggingly apprehensive, Wonhee performed as Yunah had bade, the side of her tongue gliding gently against the foreign object in her mouth, its smoothness, its strange icy-hotness, pervading her senses; and she was practically out the door when she remembered that last part.
“Oh, duh!” CRUNCH!
***
Seventeen blocks away, the remaining members of the brainwashed Sarangnee Club watched as their corporate rival’s building went up in a dark matter explosion (or some such bullshit), a column of light lancing upward into the heavens, darkening the rest of the city in comparison. Minju, her green contacts even worse than before, muttered, “Nobody talks about Sarangnee Club…bitches.”
***
Suddenly, Wonhee woke up in the dorm, in the real world, screaming her head off. The others had to come over and comfort her with snuggles.
“That nightmare felt so real,” Wonhee explained, her voice quavering. “This is what we get for doing such a wacky music video concept.”
And nobody disagreed with her.