Chapter 30- The retardation truth
Idol life in SchoolYoseob pov
message:
yongguk- [ Hey I heard about it, is she alright? ]
me- [ Yeah sure after your member did a despicable move. Seriously what's with your dongsaeng! ]
yongguk- [ I apologize on his behalf. Daehyun really thought about this for a long time, I'm sure hurting Hyunae is the last thing he would want to do ]
me- [ I don't know about the second part but tell him that since he chose to leave her, from now onwards stay away from her ]
yongguk- [ I will talk to him about his actions. ]
yongguk- [ I am not sure if I'm suppose to blab about it but Hyunae wasn't the only one having this bad experience, hyosung noona dated Daehyun before her and Daehyun did the same thing. I think it's just his way of dealing with breakups. ]
me- [Why are you tellling me this....]
yongguk- [ I treated Hyunae like a younger sister, and it's sad that they didn't make it till the end, ]
"Jerk!" I scoffed as I set my phone aside on the table.
Looking at the ceiling and empty all the thoughts.
*Should I check on hyunnie?* I sat up and went out of the room quietly.
*ruffles ruffles* there were some noise coming from the kitchen. My knees started to tremble thinking whatever 4 dimension beings is in there.
"Who's that!" I whispered loudly.
"Oppa it's me" a whisper replied.
"Hyunae?" I switched on the lights.
"What the hell are you doing?" as I stared at the pack of chips and a bottle of cola in her hands.
"I'm a little hungry" she said sheepishly and let out a small laugh.
*Oh yeah, must be from all the cryings*
"Let me cook noodles for you, put that away! It's so unhealthy. Give me that!" I snatched her chips and walked towards the kitchen.
"Yoseob ah, remember to add my garlic luncheon meat" she shouted.
"Yah! SHHHHHHH" I warned her about the current time."It's 3am, don't shout. You won't want an angry Doojoon."
She cupped over and nodded.
Hyunae pov
"Be careful" Yoseob is sweet enough to cook me noodles but...
"Where's my luncheon meat?" I glared at him, unpleased with the sight of my bowl.
"Why are you
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