Hwasa

"Oh, Hyejin-ah? Awake?" my manager asked, followed by Wheein from the bathroom. "You're awake, already? You should get more sleep. I bet your head hurts like a volcano errupting." she casually stated. I furrowed my eyebrows from the confusion.. I thought... He said, he will take me home, right? Where is he?

I shook the confusion from my mind and head straight back to bed again while once again, clutching my aching head. I can't stop thinking about it though.. I gott ask them. I need an answer. "Wheein-ah." I called out while she uses her phone and our manager-nim watching the tv. "Yes?" She answered without glancing at me. "W-who brought me home?" I nervously asked. She looked at me. "Isn't obvious? We picked you up, Hyejin." she then rolled her eyes at me then continued playing with her phone.

Ahh.. ok. So, he really did not showed up the whole night, huh? He didn't even kept his promise about taking me home. Huh. Arghh. My head hurts more now.

After 7 months:

"Did you see my heels?" I asked of the stylist unnie, hurriedly trying to prepare for our rehearsal, live. She gladly pointed out the heels that I should be using. Thank god.

After a few hours, we're already done. Hooh. We head back one by one to the car. While checking my phone, I saw again another news article from him saying that he's doing good in States. Oh, great to heat that. Atleast he's accomplishing his dreams, I bet.

We've never contacted each other since the night I got drunk. He didn't messaged me, neither did I. I just don't feel any obligation of contacting him. Why would I? He didn't even bother, so why would I? I guess my hunch was right. It was a