"Hey have you seen Dara?" I asked our manager right after the show.

"Yeah, she was watching at the side stage awhile ago, try checking the backstage," our manager answered.

I was frantically searching for Dara when I felt a tap on my shoulders, "Looking for me?" 

"Aigoo! I thought you left already!" I exhaled in relief as I turned to see Dara smiling at me.

"Well you said we will hangout after the show right? Besides you still owe me an explanation on what happened on stage awhile ago," Dara said as she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh no!" I gulped nervously, "Mianhe...I didn't mean to put you on the spot..." 

"Arasso oppa. I was just surprise but I really don't mind," Dara answered.

"Chincha?!" I asked.

"Neh," Dara nodded.

"Aigoo! I was really worried that I might get you in trouble. Gomawo for understanding..." I sighed.

"Kwenchana but you owe me a selca!" Dara teased.

"Sure! Kaja!" I answered gamely.

"But you have to change first fishy! You will get sick if you continue wearing that shirt!" Dara scolded as she pushed me towards the dressing room.

"Aist! Okay! Okay! Wait for me here," I said as I quickly went in search of a dry shirt. 

"I'm ready!" I called out after a few minutes, "Here let's use my phone," I offered.

"Okay," Dara agreed.

After taking a couple of shots we proceeded towards Dara's Range Rover. As I head to the driver side, Dara stopp