[ You as Rora ]

It was one of your rare day-offs when you could just chill in the dorm and do nothing the entire day, and all seven of you were enjoying it to the fullest.

You and Chiquita were in her room, going through the little stuff she stole from sets that were kept in a small bag. She has a bad habit of occasionally stealing small stuff from filming sets, but it's usually harmless, not enough to get her into trouble.

"Actually, I don't even know what this is," she said as she pulled out a tiny bottle filled with pinkish-red colored liquid, inspecting it. "I just stole it because it looked pretty."

You couldn't help but laugh. "And you just took it without even thinking about what it could be?" You said with a scoff-laugh.

Chiquita shrugged nonchalantly, mindlessly unscrewing the lid, taking it off. "I mean, what can I say? I couldn't resist!" She said with a laugh.

But her sudden movement caused her to accidentally spill a bit of the liquid on your arm, pinkish-red now running down your arm.

The younger girl gasped, a slightly guilty expression on her face. "Ah, sorry, Rora unnie! Wait here, I'll get a tissue," she apologized as she set the small bottle down on her bedside table, already walking off to get tissues.

As she took a piece of tissue from the bathroom near her room, she suddenly heard a faint whoosh in the air coming from her room, startling her a little. She paused for a second, confusion washing over her before rushing back to her room, tissue in hand.

But the second she entered her room, you weren't sitting on her bed anymore—instead, there was a tiny baby who looked a little too much like...

You?!