Ara     The sound of a phone buzzing forced Ara to roll herself to the other side of the bed. Reaching out her arm, she picked up the phone positioned on her bedside table.    “Sorry” it says. A text message from Hanbin.   A word. That's all that was written, a simple sorry as compensation for all the insults he had professed previously.    Ara rolls her eyes as she puts back the phone on her bedside table and goes back to sleep. Or simply back to laying on her bed while looking up at the ceiling and overthinking everything. Because that's exaclty what she has been doing ever since she got back home from ikon's dormitory.    Sena texted her several times, asking why she was absent from college, to which Ara simply replied by lying about a sickness. Even Yunhyeong texted her to apologize on Hanbin's behalf to which Ara didn't reply anything. The maid came a couple of times as well, to check on her and every time she did, Ara pretended to be asleep.   She played Taeyang's Rise album over and over again, wanting to be left alone and get drunk in the music. But no, her mind kept on remembering her every single words that came out of Hanbin's mouth. Why does it affect me so much what he said? What he thinks of me? Why can't I just be carefree and mind my own business?   Ara thought about it, about leaving Junseo ruin theirs chances to debut. After all, that's what Hanbin wants. He wants her leave him alone. But then Ara thinks of Yunhyeong and how happy he looked talking about debuting. She didn't want to give up on him or any others members aside from Hanbin. Being so, Ara came to the conclusion that no matter what, she'll find a way to reconcile Junseo and Hanbin.   It was close to 3AM and Ara knew she should be sleeping, but as much as she tried, her eyes and mind wouldn't shut off. So she stood up and dressed herself, taking her phone along the way, she jumped out of her window.   Seoul city isn't that dangerous. Of course, crimes happens every now and then,  just like in every other city, but overall it was safe. Numerous stores and clubs are open 24 hours, thus the city is often time active.   Ara went into a coffee shop, bought herself an ice cup and diriged towards a table at the very end of the shop. As she was walking, though, someone accidently pushed against her, causing her to trip over. Her whole t- was covered with the  iced coffee. Before even looking up to see who it was, Ara s