Another month has gone by, turns out that dyeing your hair blonde does nothing to Wheein's dying heart (this is how Byul described her misery lately). Once again, there's Wheein, staring blankly at her ceiling, she has managed to removed the stars though. She blinked a few times, replaying how it all started going down the hill, and how her situation has dragged for twelve months. 

She closed her eyes and was reminded the brief conversation she had with Yongsun not too long ago. 

Wheein went straight out from the backdoor of the bar right after their set, it was her second puff of her smoke when Yongsun stood beside her, leaning her back to the wall. The silence engulfed their atmosphere for a few minutes, and only on Wheein's half puffed cigarette did Yongsun start to speak. 

"How are things going?" Yong half smiles, as if carrying half the weight of the drummer's emotions as of the moment. 

The latter hits from her smoke and exhaled heavily before answering. 

"Not getting any better, no" kicking an imaginary rock as she speaks. 

"She still hasn't call?" 

The drummer bit her lip, imagining how everything would have been better if Hwasa called or just sent a text. Shaking her head no. 

"It's complicated" Wheein paused. 

"- actually no, beyond complicated. We were merely a thing, merely a relationship, there is no reason for me to get hurt this badly." she exhaled loudly than intended, seeminlgy to run