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Junhyung | Hyuna | Joon/Chansung           She grabbed the bottle and gulped down its contents. It was her 5th bottle for goodness sake, she wasn't being too noticed after all. She's sitting at the far right corner of the club and it was too dark to be noticed. People didn't even push their eyes to her.                 She was alone and it was her choice. She didn't know any good way to escape how she feels right at this moment. She just know liquor could make her feel numb, oblivious to everything.                 "Hyuna!"                 It was an abrupt call to make her look up. He was in his eyes, surprise first then concern lingers in. She smiled as she offered him a bottle of spare. He didn't catch the bottle and just made his way to her side.                 "Come, I'll bring you home." He said, offering an open palm to her.                 Hyuna just laughed and shrugged off his hand. She invited him to sit and stay with her. He, having no choice just accepted the deal. He sat across and took one bottle from her.                 "I'm surprised you're here. Are you with a friend?" She asked, trying to look straight to him.                 "I'm practically with—" He paused and sighed. "I'm alone so I can accompany you."                 "That's good." She smiled her childish grin and gulped down another bottle. "I'm mortified now. You know that?"                 "Mortified? Why?" He asked, leaning forward to meet her eyes.                 "Would you listen?" She stared from her lashes, looking up to his eyes. He just made a smile and deftly laid down her story.                 "I'm so insane. Would you even call it insane?" She laughed to herself. "I'm loving a man who intentionally don't like me. I am so pissed by the fact that he didn't even let me confess and just told the whole world and universe that he's dating a girl. My bestfriend actually."                 "Do you need his consent before you can confess?" He asked, drinking to his own bottle. "Why you didn't tell him?"                 "Because I'm too damn afraid of being rejected. And now it boiled down to nothing but this." Her eyes started to get a bit blur, something welled up inside her —like something was about to burst. "And I'm correct. I'm correct about my intuition."                 "Have you gone to talk with him?"                 "Why should I? He won't listen. He'll choose his girlfriend over me." She scoffed at the thought and gulped down another drink. "But I think I can manage. I'll go on."                 "Is it still there?" He looked down to meet her eyes. "I mean, the pain—"                 Her nod assured him onc