http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-kiQ-TDcDg 

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The next morning, Junhyung woke up with the worst hangover. Groaning, he sat up in bed and pressed his palm against his forehead. *My head hurts like hell. . I need to stop drinking so much. I get the worst headaches after I do.* Junhyung looked around his empty bedroom. *How did I come home anyways?* He had a brief flashback of a girl bringing him home.

“I’m your coordinator, Junhyung oppa. Not a model, actress, or singer.”

“I don’t care. I honestly think you’re ier. I always thought you were pretty…probably the prettiest one I’ve ever met.”

*. I really said those words to her?* Junhyung smoothed his tired face. *I hardly tell my true feelings so why did I spill them to her last night? Wait? True feelings? What the hell are you trying to say Yong Junhyung? . I have to stop drinking.* He got up and headed to the kitchen.

Groggily, Junhyung opened the refridgerator and pulled out a cold water bottle. While gulping it down, he noticed a post-it note from the corner of his eye. Junhyung stopped drinking to read it: Tea bags are in the fridge. Put them on your face so that it won’t be too swollen. See you. –Coordinator. He slightly softened *She took me home and took care of me, too? What was her name again? I can never remember stupid names.*

Junhyung shook his head, tossed the note away, and grabbed the tea bags from the fridge.

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Junhyung wore shades as he waited for his turn on Inkigayo. He hadn’t said a word to you since you met him this morning. No apology or thanks were received from him. *Whatever. I should know better than to expect something like that.* You thought.

It was Junhyung’s turn so you went with him to the stage. Before he went on, you perfected his make-up. While you fixed his make-up, Junhyung ga