Bom had been out shopping and had just plopped her bags on her bed when her phone rang. Kicking off her heels as she hit the "accept" button, she held it to her ear curiously only to bear the brunt of a male voice yelling at her. What a nice way to be greeted.
"But- I-" she started, but couldn't seem to get a word in edgeways. "No one told me about training today!" she protested, then balked at the prospect of having a double session the next day. "F-five minutes? Okay, okay, I'll be there!"
Bom practically ripped her clothes off and tugged on a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, pulling on a pair of socks and grabbing her phone and trainers before hurrying towards the gym. She arrived in exactly four-and-a-half minutes, standing huffing in the doorway with her laces untied and hair in her face- oh, crap, she thought.
"Annyeonghaseyo!" she called. "I made it in time! B-but... I forgot a hairtie." He was going to kill her.