Bom's POV:

I studied myself carefully, as i stare into the wall of mirrors before me.

And it hit me hard how things have changed.

How I have changed.

I wasn't Parkbom anymore

I lost myself for sometime, eversince I've joined 2ne1.

It's time for me to change some things around..

Bom looked at her blonde extension, as she attempted to fix her fringe.

Dissatisfied, she then looks down and notices her fair slender legs.

She smiles faintly.

Her eyes suddenly moving, until it reaches her face.

A tear fell from her swollen cheeks.

"And i wonder why they acuse me of plastic surgery"

She analyses her face intensly, noticing the amount of make-up she had on.

The thick eyeliner that covered her eyelids,

the dramatic fake eyelashes she had on,

the noticeable glitter plastered across her face,

and not to mention the layer of pale foundation applied to her skin.

Then her eyes focused full attention to her pouty lips.

The lips that felt His kisses countless time...

She smirked.

And she brushed her finger along her lips,

whilst she stands there remembering what happened earlier on.

Bom's POV:

I thought this day was going to be a typical 2ne1 rehearsal day.

I never imagined that this is the turning point of my life. 

Everything seemed so normal.

As always i was woken up by a jumping Dara in my bed.

And as usual, I ate the slowest. Resulting to me being last to access the bathrooms. HUUL!

I ended up being abandoned by everyone, because they knew waiting for me would risk their chances of arriving puntucually to dance practice.

We always avoided being late. After all our dance chorographer was a real meanie!

I looked at the time it was 11:35 OMO! im roughly 1 hour late.

The poor me had to rush madly, lucky im already dressed.

But the fact that I kept changing my mind on what trainers to wear did not help.

After countless minutes

 I finally made my choice with my suede giuseppe zanotti sneakers.

Aiiiisssssssssssssssssht

It took forever to actually fix the laces of this dammed shoes, i got up to fetch my metallic louis vuiton speedy bag,

which happened to be placed all the way to the other side of my room.

Then I went around my room grabbing every essiantial item I needed .

With that done, I turned towards my wall mirror and viewed myself for a mere second.

I looked better than i thought

I wore my chrome heart hoodie and my mini studded shorts.

Feeling satisfied, I checked my phone to see that i had 14 missed calls and about 7 messages plastered on my screen.

FML!

Feeling doomed, I swiftly made my way down the door

As I was trying to lock the door of the apartment

My instinct told me I have forgotten to do something

Like nearly leaving without blow drying my hair..

Last time I stubornly left with my hair wet I suffered a abnormally high fever.

Therfore,much like Ussain Bolt I ran back to my room

When I reached there, I was amazed how messed up my room was 

What a view

I stood before a moutain of clothes piled up all over the path way

Few stiletos that scattered around the cold wooden floor,one next to a deodrant roll-on.

My shelf of trainers nearly empty, as most of my trainers were brutally thrown to the other side of my room.

Sheets of magazine layed in my on top of my bed.

The white glossed table of my make up station was tinted with foundation,sprinkled with glitter and rosy blush.

Well at least my pet plant remained unharmed.

I shrugged off all my worthless hardwork of cleaning my room two days ago..

I laughed at my sillyness..

After admiring my humour,

I realised that i needed to head to the my practice if i plan to live longer..

As I witness the state of my Bedroom, I knew that looking for the Blowdryer in in my room was utterly pointless.

And once again i transformed into Ussain Bolt as I headed to Dara's room,

knowing it was my only hope to view any sort of existance of a blowdryer.

When finally reaching her bedroom, I attacked her door violently, determined to hunt that blowdryer! 

The door swung open,

I intently scanned the room.

Finding no sign of the f*ucking blowdryer!

Calming my nerves, i looked again.Only to see a simply neat room, full of Pictures of Dara.

Huuuul!

Not giving up, I went around her room carefully.

Checking and wondering where this girl actually placed the blowdryer!

Under this,...no

Under that...  no

There... .......  No

Beside the..  NO.

Inside the... .NO!

NO NO NO NO!! It's ing NOwhere!

After torturing minutes, I found myself defeated!

I crouched down Dara's carpet, attempting to catch my breath.

Whilst cursing the doomed blowdryer,I touched my loose, long , blonde hair.

It was still very wet, not even near being damp.

I stood up pissed of,convincing myself that everything was'nt that bad, since I was wearing a hoodie.

Not being bothered to make any sort of effort to head faster towards the door, I began to prepare myself for any sort of punishment

2ne1's dance chorographer has to offer.

After a few wasted minutes, I finally reached the door.I pulled the heavy metal door handle and steped out of the apartment.

To once again realise that i forgot something, my bag!

My body automatically stomped it's way back towards Dara's bedroom.

Where my bag was sitting comfortably on top of Dara's white vanity dressing table.

Arriving in Dara's room in seconds, I aggressively grabbed the blameless bag.

I turned around once again, to find myself actually ready to exit the apartment.

However, once again i scanned Dara's room, to double check if the blowdryer magically turned up.

But what caught my eye instead, was a ringing iphone sitting on the bed, along with Dara's childish monkey pyjamas.

Wondering how a person can leave their phone unattended, i took the phone and checked if it's a stupid alarm.

And yes..ofcourse it was!

.......

It was an alarm that woke me up..

Flashbacks collisioned within my head.

It was about time...Park bom has been resting for too long..

Factuality daggered the sense out of me.

And I loved it.

I looked at the phone and saw His name..

I answered it to verify if it was really Him?

 Unsuprisingly, it was..

I wish I was able to deny it was'nt him, that it can't be Him.

But it was..I recognised that voice.

It certainly was His voice.

He uttered "i miss you,come ov--"

Speechless i went numb, I ended the call straight away...

I laughed hard.

After sensing someones presence,

Bom's thoughts fluttered away,causing her to snap back to reality.

"OMOO!" She blurted out suprised,

She turned to it's direction, and saw an familiar figure, standing on the other side of the dark dance studio.

The figure made it's way towards the light switch. Whilst Bom stood still, listening to it's footsteps that echoed throughout the empty studio.

*Click* The lights , which made Bom squint her eyes.