I woke up with an absolutely banging headache. My bedroom swirled around me as I reached for the bottle of water next to my bed. I was eternally grateful that I had woken up in my own bed and not someone else’s. Jiyoon had taken control last night and had decided to dance and drink until four in the morning, leaving me to deal with the blisters on my feet from her uncomfortable shoes and her raging hangover.

I shoved myself out of bed, making my way to the shower, praying that I wouldn’t vomit on the way. I’ve been dating Namjoon for three months now, and although Jiyoon still likes to take control and drink and dance, she's thankfully stopped sleeping with random strangers. I don’t know if I would have been able to take the guilt if she had slept with anyone else while I was dating Namjoon.

I pulled on some fresh pyjamas, resigning myself to the fact that I would not be leaving the house today. I caught sight of the calendar out of the corner of my eye and frowned. May 17^th. Three days until the anniversary of the day I was found. I sighed and the TV, keeping the volume down low so that it wouldn’t make my headache any worse. Jiyoon usually came out a lot more during this time, I had grown used to it but I wasn’t sure how to explain my behaviour to Namjoon. We had met up a few times recently, but I had been claiming that I was living at the uni library for exam prep and he had believed me.

I felt guilty for lying to him. But I didn’t want to face the alternative of him meeting Jiyoon. I wasn’t sure if she would be able to control herself around him. I knew she would get pissed off if he called her by my name. It’s just easier to avoid him for the next week or so until Jiyoon's episodes calmed down and I could be around him without worrying so much.

I spent the rest of the day on the couch eating crap and watching rubbish day time TV. I really should have been studying, but thanks to Jiyoon's drinking the night before, I could barely lift my head, let alone concentrate on studying.

I opened my eyes with a grin. Nine  pm. Perfect. Just enough time to get ready and go out and party! I looked down at my pyjamas and rolled my eyes, not the iest outfit I've ever seen. I jumped into the shower to freshen myself up then took some time to style my hair and apply my makeup to perfection. I raided through the closet, passing by all her boring clothes until I found what I was looking for. I pulled the red leather mini skirt out of the closet with a smile. I grabbed a top to match and pulled on the clothes, taking the time to examine my reflection.

I finished off getting ready by applying my red lipstick to match my skirt. I fluffed my hair up before heading out the door. I noticed the amount of people who stared at me as I walked down the busy Seoul streets. I don’t know why Sae Ron never bothers to dress up like this. I winked at a couple of boys who were staring open mouthed at me as I walked by, chuckling as they started arguing over which one of them I had winked at.

I made my way to my favourite club, flirting with the bouncer to skip the queue. I made my way to the bar where my favourite bar tender was serving a pretty brunette. He smiled at me as I approached the bar. He came over to me and filled a glass for me. “Two nights in a row? That’s not like you.” He commented as I downed the shot and gave him a grin. Part of me wanted to lean over the bar and stick my tongue in his mouth and then him in the back room again, but I knew Sae Ron would never forgive me. I could only look.

“What, you don’t want to see my pretty face, Jimin?” I said with a pout. He chuckled darkly, his gaze dropping to my ample cleavage. “It’s not just your face that’s pretty Jiyoon.” He said, slipping a glass over the bar to me as he bit his bottom lip. I smirked at him before draining my glass again. “Time to dance!” I announced before sashaying away from him, knowing that he was checking out my as I walked. I went into the middle of the dancefloor, immediately swaying my hips to the beat. I knew that if I spent any more time around Jimin it would end up with us ing, and I knew that Sae Ron would be insufferable if she found out. I’ll just need to hold it in until the next time she invites Namjoon over.

I lost track of time as I drank and danced. I danced by myself and with anyone who was remotely good looking. Sae Ron really needs to let me out to play more often. I pushed away from a guy who was getting a bit too frisky and headed towards the bathroom. I bumped into someone and apologised. “Sorry. I didn’t see you there.” I said, a smile already on my face. The guy turned to face me and I realised it was Namjoon. He looked surprised to see me. “Namjoon!” I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “What are you doing here? I thought you were studying at home?” he asked. I pulled away from him and I saw his eyes rake over my outfit, Sae Ron didn’t usually wear such revealing clothes. Not that she was a prude or anything, but she had a little more modesty than me.

“What are you wearing, Sae Ron?” I could tell that he was both confused and a little by my outfit. Normally I would have taken this opportunity to suggest we go somewhere more private to discuss my outfit (and how easy it was to take off) the alcohol helping erase what little inhibitions I had, but hearing him call me Sae Ron set me off. I pushed him away from me, my eyes narrowing at him. “My name isn’t Sae Ron. It’s Jiyoon.” I said icily. He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Sae Ron, what’s the matter? How much have you had to drink?” he asked as he gently grabbed my arm.

I ripped my arm away from him, starting to feel dizzy. I couldn’t tell if it was because of the alcohol or if it was Sae Ron stirring inside me. “I’m not Sae Ron.” I said, my voice sounding like it was coming from far away. I felt Namjoon wrap a strong arm around my waist. “Come on, let’s go.” I followed blindly as he led me out of the stuffy club, the fresh air hitting me like a slap in the face.

He helped me into a taxi, my head resting on his shoulder the whole way. The dizziness continued as we drove through the busy streets. I could see the flashing of the street lamps as they passed by overhead. The last thing I remember is his strong arms lifting me out of the taxi, his deep voice telling her everything was going to be ok.