2017

HANBIN

“Aish why aren’t these punks picking up?” I complained.

‘Calm down, Hanbinie.’ I thought to myself as I tried to dial Raesung’s number again.

We finally wrapped up our meeting.

As soon it ended, I dialled Seung, and then Raesung, but my calls just kept going straight to voicemail.

“Who are you calling?” One asked.

He was still my studio gathering his things.

“Seung and Raesung.” I answered.

My call went to voicemail again.

I slammed my phone on the table.

Why am I getting a bad feeling about this?

“Calm down.” One laughed, “If they pushed through with Seung’s plan then they’re going to be at that club we always go to in Gangnam.”

I turned to him wide-eyed,

“Wait, they’re going clubbing??” I sounded more panicked than I should be.

One was surprised with my reaction,

“Yeah. And here I thought that’s what you’re getting all distressed over.”

I scratched my head.