Amber's pov

I’m tired. Really tired! There were 50 rooms that I had tidy-up alone, deliver breakfast ordered by some idle-stoned--customer who were lazy to fetch it themselves from the cafeteria, mopped the corridors. Life as a service girl is not easy at all. And the thing that I don’t understand is, this is five star hotel, but how come they only have two technicians? And how come both of them absence at the same day? And the most unfortunate of all, me who appear as miss-who-can-do-anything had to replace them to repair and replace almost ten broken bulbs!

Please god, let me sleep for five minutes, five minutes is enough…

“Yah!! Give me that newspaper!!” Luna shouted. “Let me borrow it first, just five minute, ok?” Sulli whined. Before she could flip the newspaper Victoria snatched the newspaper from her hand.

“Aha! Where is he? My future husband?” the three of them kept fighting like immature over the newspaper. Their voice annoyingly noise which forced me to wake up from my already-ruined-precious sleep. 

“Yah!! What are you fighting about? Can you please slow down your voice? I'm trying to sleep here!” I stood up from the sofa and walks away from the three childish girls. “Amber-ah, read today’s newspaper. There is a hot guy in it!!” Yuri jumped excitedly.

The three of them giggling as they look over the newspaper. Aissh.. they really pissed me of. My precious sleep was disturbed because of some random hot guy? Oh come on kids!  I rolled my eyes, annoyed.

“Amber-ah, this namja is ultimately a rich guy. Are you sure you don’t want to take a look?” Sulli shouted from my back. The words ‘ultimately rich’ totally succeed to grab my interest. Sulli know me long enough to master my weakness.

Yeah, rich or money or anything almost equal to it. Thats are my weakness. (kekeke) Wait! Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not that type of woman. But I'm just really deadly need money. For the sake of my mom, we are totally a critically-in-economy-crisis-family.

My ungrateful-missing-father disappear when I was 16 after he borrowed large amount of money from a shark loan. As the replacement me and my mom needs to pay all the money which doubled each year. Argghh!! I am totally distressed because of that!! Okay enough on that.

I adjusted my yellow cap as I turned my wheels. “Chincha??” I think my eyes are completely shining and glittering now. “Ne, read this.” Sulli dragged me towards a square table at the corner of the room after the three of them agree to stop fighting and read the paper peacefully together.

I read the whole article. No doubt, this dude is totally rich. “L.K Group? Seriously?!” I’m half shouted. L.K Group’s heir? This is totally crazy. Even this hotel belongs to them! The three girls nodded in unison.

“But we don’t even know his true name. Mr.Lee. who is Mr. Lee? There are thousands of people who called Mr. Lee! Even our bald manager called Mr.Lee!” I stated. Sulli and Victoria shrugged. “Even his picture was blurred!” Luna whined in frustration. I sighed. Good-bye my friend-to-be, seems like we have the tiniest chance to meet.

I patted Luna's shoulder. “I’m going to continue my sleep, wake me up when lunch time is over.” I plopped myself again onto the sofa. Tiredness returns to engulf my body. “Aren’t you going to eat?" Sulli asked. I shook my head. Covering my face with my cap and continue my slumber.

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Kikwang’s pov

Thanks to Yoseob, today Dujun-hyung told me to stay in my room. He worried that Hyuk Jin’s man must be looking for me. And additional thanks to Yoseob, it was ‘so fun’ in this room. No interesting channel, no video games and no books to read.

My return to Korea might be a wrong decision, I pouted as I walked to the verandah, eyeing peoples joyfully playing in the pool. I wish, one day I can swim like them again. I sigh. Return inside the room I put on my white sweater and grab my sport shoes. Dujun-hyung might not allow me to get out from the hotel, but I still can stroll around.

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It was a nice evening. It has been five year since last time I have been enjoying Seoul’s evening, I missed the air, the lush, sun ray and everything about it. I found a big shady oak tree which luckily located in a solitude area. I lay my back on the grass under the tree and put my right hand on my forehead. I took a deep breath. It was so peaceful here. I wish I could just stay here, in my own country, my home. Enjoying my own life, not becoming a refugee of my own family.

Maybe I am lonely. Except for Dujun and Yoseob hyungs, I have nobody here. Maybe I should start to find some friends. Yeoja? Namja? It doesn’t matter as long as they still a friend. Am I sounding so desperate here? I hope I’m not. (kekeke)

“Aisshh.. chincha..” I think I heard someone sighing. Maybe it was my heart who sighs. Then I heard some noise. Vomiting noise? Is that my heart? A heart can’t vomit.

I sat up abruptly and looking around. My eyes caught a figure hunching under other oak tree besides mine. He or she not looking very well, my help might be needed. I stood up and walked towards the figure.

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Amber’s pov.

Ok, this is not good, so not good. My stomach keeps aching. Feeling like someone is crumbling it. Oh my god, here it comes one again, I feel a pressure on my abdomen and pain in my throat as I threw out again, for the fourth time. I think this tree should thank me for the load of free ‘fertilizer’.

What a stupid of me, I totally forgot that I’m not even take my breakfast this morning, and I also not take my lunch. Nothing in my stomach for the whole gastric-girl's tiring day, what an effective way to suicide.

I wiped the sweats on my forehead, ignoring actually my whole body was showered by it. This is tiring, deadly tiring. With my remained critically drained energy, I rubbed my jeans pocket as I try to look for my mobile phone, I need to call Sulli. She had to fetch me up. I can’t even walk properly in this state. That is why I hate my gastric!

Another good news for me, I left my hand phone in the rest room. The last thing I could remember before everything went dark was a tap on my shoulder.

Thanks god, at least I’m not fainted in this solitary place alone.

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Kikwang’s pov

“Hey.. kimcana?” I asked as I tap his shoulder. He is sick. I can say from the way he hunching, he must holding a great pain. Before I could get any reply, his body suddenly lost their balance and almost slump onto the ground. I grab his waist and pad my right knee on his back. Oh no, he so pale, sweaty and he fainted! What should I do now?

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AMBER!!!!

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