“Still thinking about that incident?”

Tzuyu looks up to find Chaeyoung walks to her while still playing with her phone, “Huh? Oh..” Tzuyu hesitated, “yeah..”

“Don’t think too hard over it.” The rapper cursed inside for not being good at comforting people.

The taller girl doesn’t respond, and the silence is starting to kill her. Not just her actually, but both of them. Chaeyoung who is known for her cool personality even starts fidgeting with her own fingers.

“Did they send you here?”

“What?” startled by her sudden question, Chaeyoung struggled a bit to form the answer, “uh, no?”

“I see.”

“Actually all of them are starting to worry about you, you know? Like every time you are absent, they always talk about you.” Chaeyoung stated matter of factly.

“How about you?”

“If I’m not worry at all then why do I even come here.” replied her humorlessly.

“Is that so.” Tzuyu laughed bitterly at the answer.

Noticing how calm she is – way too calm to be exact it’s starting to get creepy – the rapper also realize the bitterness in her reply. Tzuyu has become quieter and she locks herself in the bedroom almost every day. She only talks when her unnies start first, and it’s never her. Not anymore since that day. That unfortunate day when just by waving a wrong flag- wrong? No, it’s not wrong. And it’s never her fault to begin with. But here she is, blaming everything to herself  for being a burden to the company and her teammates. It’s only been some few months since their debut and she already made a mistake. A huge one. She couldn’t tell how many times she has cursed inside, using words she wants nobody to hear or know. Damn it. Damn China, damn national flags, damn JYP, damn myself-

“I should had been more careful.” The words escaped as she ran her fingers through her long hair, closing her eyes at the painful memory. She felt like screamin