After some running around the room, they finally caught her—laughing, out of breath, struggling to escape.
"Got you!" Mira grinned, tackling her from the side.
Sana and Farah joined in, poking her sides and squishing her cheeks. "Why are you acting so suspicious, huh?"
Yasmine ruffled her hair mercilessly while Mira kept tickling her. Asiya was laughing so hard, she could barely breathe.
"Huh—huh—okay! I'll show you! Just stop!" she gasped between fits of laughter. "I'll show you, ya lunatics!"
She scrambled out from under them, cheeks flushed, eyes gleaming. With a dramatic flair, she pulled out her phone and flipped the screen toward them.
"There."
They crowded around her.
"AAAAAAA!" The room exploded in screams.
"No way. No way!" Mira jumped on the couch, waving the ticket confirmation email on her phone. "We're going to see ECLIPSE!"
Yasmine was already half-dancing, half-crying. "I need a new heart. This one just stopped."
"And the concert is tomorrow," Asiya said proudly.
Sana raised a hand. "Okay, let's focus. Emergency meeting. What are we wearing?"
Mira gasped. "You're right. We can't go like this—"
"That means one thing…" Yasmine said, eyes gleaming. "SHOPPING."
"Wait, what?!" Asiya said, raising an eyebrow.
"We can explore Seoul for the first time as well!" Mira added, nearly bouncing. "We have a whole day to take in the sights!"
"Guys, we're sitting in the back. You really think they're gonna see us? From that far? They probably won't even see the tiniest speck of us."
Silence.
Then Mira shrugged. "So what? They don't have to see us."
Yasmine: "We'll know we looked good."
Sana: "Exactly. It's about vibe elevation."
Asiya chuckled. "You're really going all out, huh?"
Farah raised her camera with a grin. "Yeah and trust me, this day's going into history."
Two hours later, they stood gaping at Seoul's neon skyline. The city was alive with energy—cars zipped by, street vendors called out to passersby, and the scent of delicious food filled the air.
"This place is insane," Sana murmured, tilting her head up to take it all in.
Farah immediately started recording. "Okay, first impressions of Seoul—go!"
Yasmine grinned. "Big, beautiful, and expensive."
"Magical!" Mira spun around dramatically.
"I feel like I'm in a K-drama," Sana added, smiling.
Asiya smirked. "You guys are such tourists."
"We ARE tourists!" Farah pointed out, zooming in on Asiya's unimpressed face. "Come on, act excited!"
They spent the day wandering through vibrant districts, stopping at small boutiques, and marveling at every new sight. Every few minutes, Farah would pause to snap pictures or take short videos, capturing their laughter and discoveries.
The Mall – 4:12 PM
Asiya hadn't even stepped inside before she was dragged to the first store.
Yasmine grabbed a pair of chunky boots off a display. "I want these. Do I need them? No. Am I getting them? Yes."
Sana pointed toward a clean, minimalist display. "That's mine. Sleek. Sophisticated."
Farah already had her camera out, snapping shots of signs, mirrors, and their wildly clashing paths.
And Asiya?
Asiya trailed behind, holding one small accessory in her hand and watching her cousins with amused eyes.
At one point, Mira held up a pair of sparkly high heels. "These are so awesome?"
"You can barely walk in sneakers," Sana pointed out, deadpan.
"Fair enough," Mira sighed, putting them back.
"Then what about this?" Mira said, holding up a cropped jacket covered in rhinestones. "Too much?"
"Definietly"
Yasmine popped out in an oversized tee tucked into a metallic mini.
"I look like a disco ball, but, like… a cute one?"
They all stared at her.
"Oh, come on," Yasmine groaned, shaking the hanger for emphasis. "It's fashion."
"It's a crime against humanity," Asiya deadpanned.
Farah walked out next, leather pants and a bold orange crop top. "I look like I bite."
"You do bite," Sana mumbled from behind her curtain.
they all laughed and Farah was snapping everything. Then, of course, she turned the camera toward Asiya.
"No," Asiya groaned, hiding behind her sleeves. "Stop. I haven't even changed yet."
Farah lowered the camera just a bit. "Come on!!"
Moments later, Asiya stepped out, slow and unsure, wearing the simple black backless dress they'd picked for her. She held her breath.
Everything went quiet for a second.
Farah's jaw actually dropped. "Holy—"
"—shit," Sana finished, blinking.
Yasmine wolf-whistled. "Damn, this is on a whole new level?"
"You look like you walked off a magazine cover. Honestly—smokin'." Mira teased.
Asiya huffed as she turned back toward the fitting room. "It's not happening."
"That's the seventh outfit you've rejected," Sana said flatly.
"Because they're all ridiculous," Asiya muttered, grabbing the curtain.
Just then, Farah called her name. Asiya turned instinctively.
Click.
"Delete that!!."
"Nope, never gonna happen."
"Farah, i swear If any of those clips see the light of day," Asiya said, pointing a finger at her "I'm hiding your passport."
Farah gasped, clutching her camera to her chest. "That would mean I'll stay here. I won't mind."
Asiya shot her a playful look.
Yasmine draped an arm over Asiya's shoulders. "Aw, come on. Admit it—you had fun."
Asiya glanced down at her shopping bag, then back at her cousins' expectant faces.
"…It wasn't the worst."
The girls erupted into cheers.
Two Hours and Eight Stores Later
Bags. So many bags.
Yasmine had boots. Sana had three different lipstick shades she didn't need. Mira bought a mesh top she swore would make her "glow in the dark in a sexy way."
Their feet were aching, so they stopped at a café to breathe. Farah placed her camera gently on the table and scrolled through the pictures.
"Oh wow… These turned out so good," she murmured, zooming in on a candid of Sana laughing with Mira tossing her hair beside her.
"Let me see—wait, delete that one of me sneezing," Yasmine said, reaching over.
Asiya looked around at her cousins—laughing, chattering, sipping iced coffee with whipped cream—and felt something warm in her chest.
Who needed front-row seats when they already had each other?.
Later That Night,The clothes were laid out. Outfits ready. Batteries charged. Nails painted.
"Guys," Mira asked, twisting a strand of hair around her finger, "what if they see us?"
Asiya's breath hitched. Kian's face flashed in her mind—his eyes scanning the crowd. What if his gaze landed on me? Would he recognize me? Would he—
She crushed the thought. Ridiculous. They were specks in a sea of sixty thousand fans.
"They won't..." Asiya yawned. The lie came out smoother than she expected. "...but we'll still shine."
Excitement buzzed in the air as they settled in for the night, their minds racing with the anticipation of what was to come.
No one knew what the concert day would bring. But for now, the real show was already happening—between cousins.