Not So Different
Description
It's been a month..or has it been two? Since the drug scandal broke out. Park Bom refused to go outside during the day due to her fear of running into a reporter or news person. The only time she was free was late at night, when she would go to a small bar and drink. She wasn't usually that big on alcohol, but lately it had been her only source of escape. She wouldn't drink herself into a coma. She would just sit there and think as she sipped on a glass of wine. She believed herself as being completely alone, standing against the masses, even some of her labelmates had stopped talking to her. However one night she noticed a familiar figure. She hadn't spoke too much to the man in a while due to their conflicting schedules, but she could recognize him anywhere. "Jiyong?"
Everyone knows the story of last year's drug scandal with Park Bom. She basically went into hiding and hasn't really appeared much since then. I had tried to avoid the topic for the longest time because it was so sensitive and I really respect her. I hope to do her justice in this fic. It may be an old pairing, but they are close friends and there is a chemistry sometimes that surprises me.
(I will also try to finish my other story asap, sorry!! I just had to write this down)
Foreword
Contraversies continue as Park Bom goes into hiding.
She already has scandals because of all of her surgeries, why is she looking for more trouble?
Drugs. She said she needed them, but why would you ship them? Is she stupid?
Park Bom leaves the show Roommates. and is nowhere to be found.
Where could she be?
I look down at my watch. Of course. All of the news channels would be tuning in soon. Of course this topic would be the first on their list.
What did I do wrong? Well, a lot of things for starters, but all I wanted was help. I had managed to keep this secret for years and the one time I slip up, it's the end of me. President said he would do his best to take care of it, but for now, these walls have become my prison. Even my dogs look at me with pity. What more can I do?
I pull a hat over my head and look at myself in the mirror. No one should see me like this. Sunglasses make their way over my eyes and a hoodie covers whatever else needs to be hidden. I take my wallet, keys, phone and don't look back as I exit. I just need to keep forgetting.
A nice breeze greets me and I silently thank the heavens that the streets are empty. Walking always does me some good to clear my head.
I sit at the same table at the same bar I've been going to almost every other day and I order a new drink.
Everything seems fine until I hear a graspy voice order a beer.
Did he come looking for me?
I can't stop myself and before I know it I'm up and walking up to him. "Jiyong?"
He turns to look and offers a pained smile, "Noona..."
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