Meeting Naeun at the social event was something Eunji had predicted. But what she hadn’t foreseen was witnessing the aftermath of Naeun ing Seulgi in the toilet. Bad timing. She chided herself for entering the toilet at such an inauspicious timing. What rotten luck she had. Trudging up the stairs to her bedroom, she let out deep sighs every few seconds. At this rate, the eye-smiling girl was positive she was going to look like an old lady soon with all the sighs she kept exhaling.

Swinging the door shut behind her, Eunji switched on the bedside lamp and spun round, ready to head to the bathroom. She needed her long shower.

“Why the hell are you in my room?!” Eunji shrieked upon seeing Naeun leaning against the doorframe of her bathroom.

“We need to talk.”

“How the hell did you get in here?”

“You taught me how to pick lock,” Naeun replied casually. “We need to talk. I need to talk to you.”

“Why should I listen to you?”

“It’s important," the blonde added, placing an emphasis on the last word. "Look, listening to me for a bit won’t kill you.”

“It’s going to waste my time.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Fine,” Eunji relented. She sauntered to her bed and sat in the middle. “Sit.”

The blonde moved over to the bed-

“STOP!” Eunji yelled out. “You can’t sit on my bed.”

Naeun cocked an eyebrow. “Why can’t I?”

“My bed’s a . And you’re not.”

The blonde rolled her eyes. Eunji was being absolutely ridiculous. “You ing told me to sit. And, for ’s sake Jung Eunji, your bed is nowhere near a . We’ve ed here. You’re not even a ing to begin with. Stop being a hypocrite.”

“Mapsosa," Eunji gasped in horror, "you didn’t have to be so vulgar.”

“I learnt it from you,” Naeun deadpanned. She couldn't believe Eunji could be this annoying at a time like this. But if she were to be honest, she loved this - the interaction. It felt familiar. It was nostalgic.

It was comfortable.

The brunette’s face scrunched in a scowl. “Right, so now you’re pinning the blame on me. What’s new?” she huffed. “My bed might not be a , but my bedsheet is.”

Naeun scoffed. “Then I’ll ing stand.”

“Geez, you need to sanitize your disgusting and abrasive tongue. Since you've probably also used that to clean someone else's cave of wonders," Eunji sneered.

"Cave of wonders?" Naeun repeated in disbelief. Why the hell is an adult like Eunji using such childish terms? "You're being so childish.” She was prepared to counter Eunji's next statement, for she was already expecting the brunette to come up with an unbelievably incredulous rebuttal.

"Why do you care whether I'm being childish or not? We're not acquainted with each other anymore."

Now, that was not what Naeun had expected.

But it had effectively ended the banter between the two.

Forget the childish argument they had a moment ago. The blonde was suddenly b with anger upon recalling how she had witnessed Seungyoon's rude hands on Eunji's body. “Why are you with him?” Naeun asked - demanded.

“Why can’t I?” Eunji fired back.

"You're not answering my question."

“If you’re ing Seulgi everywhere, I don’t see why I can’t see him. He’s a great guy.”

Naeun faltered. “I-”

“Just get out of here, Naeun. You don’t want me to turn nasty.”

“Just listen to me, please. You said you're gonna listen.”

“I've changed my mind. I mean, why should I listen to a like you?”

. The blonde winced at that statement. She bit on her lips, trying to keep her emotions intact. She didn’t want to look pathetic in front of Eunji. After all, hadn’t she been the one who ended things between them first? With her face turning varying shades of red, she shook her head at Eunji. “So that’s what I am to you now? A ?” she said, with every word becoming mere whispers.

“You spread your legs for anyone who’s rich,” Eunji stated icily. “Just leave.” She ended and turned away. Looking at Naeun’s face which was a kaleidoscope of shock, hurt and anger any longer would only make her want to apologise.

The blonde opened , then closed it back again. She wanted to say more, but the words stalled on her lips. But what’s the point anyway? she thought. Eunji wasn’t going to listen to her. Her opportunity came as quick as it vanished.

One would have drowned in the sea of people and the songs blaring through in the club, but Naeun was fully drowned in her sea of emotions. She was tormented, forlorn, miserable.

. The word kept repeating in her head.

With her make-up all messed up and smeared, she could care less about how ugly she looked at the moment. People were drunk in love, but here the glassy-eyed woman was, drinking to her heart’s content to forget reality.

“Ugly doesn’t fit your face, but it fits your personality.”

The blonde raised her head and struggled to make out the face of the person. She was drunk as . No matter how much she rubbed her eyes, everything remained blurry to her. “Who are you?”

“Drunkard,” the brunette said snidely.

“A drunkard, right.” The blonde bobbed her head. She stood up, and almost lost her balance but the brunette was quick to catch her. “Thanks.”

“Time to get you home.”

“I don’t want to,” Naeun responded, waving her hand dismissively at the brunette. “I’m going to the ion house.”

“Why would you want to go there?”

“Someone called me a ,” Naeun responded, and her tears began to spill uncontrollably. “I’m a . So I’m doing what a does.”

“Why are you letting someone define you?”

“Because, it's her. If it's her, then it's okay. I deserve it."

“Who’s her?”

Naeun let out a dramatic sigh. She placed her hand on the brunette’s shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. “Nice knowing you, drunkard.”

“You are not going home in this condition, Son Naeun,” the brunette reprimanded the blonde.

“What?” Naeun raised an eyebrow. She rubbed her eyes and stared at the brown-haired stranger. “Bomi unnie?”

“You’re unbelievable,” the brunette huffed. “Let’s go.”

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