(Kwon Hwayoung's POV)

"Ahjumma! One more bottle please." I raised my hand signaling to the owner of the bar my order.

While waiting for my fifth bottle of beer I couldn't help but pick at the ddukbokki and the other foods that laid right before my eyes. Sigh. This is what I have become, hasn't it? Even though I'm probably a drunken mess right now I still could remember the moments before I found myself at this roadside bar.

How foolish of me to believe that I, Kwon Hwayoung, was the inspiration to my best friend's first and most romantic song. Pfft. I'm so stupid. It's probably even more foolish of me to withhold my true feelings of Minhyuk's new girlfriend and instead just simply run away from the whole situation.

Sigh. I'll never learn, will I? Probably not.

"Here you go, dear." the ahjumma set down a bottle of beer in front of me. I could feel the corners of my lips curve into a smile and my eyes light up in excitement. And I thought this feeling was only reserved for Minhyuk. I guess not.

"Aigoo... you're too young to waste your life away like this." the ahjumma still stood before me and watched as I practically drowned myself with the bottle of beer. "I don't think you should have another drink. Please eat more ddukbokki to balance the alcohol." she then proceeded to push the plate of ddukbokki closer to me. I laughed at this gesture and nodded my head. Before I could blink again the ahjumma was back attending to other customers.

Once again I was alone, beer in hand now, and plates of bar food. Though this image seems gloomy I definitely wasn't alone. Sure, most of the people that were alone were old men, but they knew how I felt: they too were drowning their sorrows with the fulfilling qualities that alcohol and food bring. Anyways they say that sulking through food consumption is totally healthy so I guess it's ok.

"That's right Hwayoung. He's not worth it. Just eat and drink happily as if nothing happened." I spoke to myself. With the bottle in one hand and the other with a toothpick ready to stab some ddukbokki I allowed myself to be free, but somewhere inside I knew I looked like the textbook description of a heartbroken girl.

In one swoop I stabbed two pieces of ddubokki, "Mwoh. MMMHM." then I took a swig of beer and swallowed it immediately. my lips, my eyes now turned back to the hot ddukbokki. This process seemed never ending.

"YAH. KWON HWAYOUNG." I think I actually heard it calling my name. Looking around there was no one obviously calling for me. I don't think I'm that crazy. Shrugging off my imagination I took another jab at the food in front of me.

"HWAYOUNG!"

Hmm? I know I'm drunk but not at that point to begin imagining food beginning to talk to me. It was a risk but I didn't care.

"Ddukbokki? Are you talking to me?" I foolishly whispered to the plate of food. Waiting for a verbal response I leaned in closer to the ddukbokki. In the end all I felt was someone slapping me on the head. Maybe it was time for me to stop drinking after all.

"Oww." I managed to say while rubbing my head. I looked up and only saw a familiar face. "Ah... unni." I smiled. She didn't.

"Aish. Ahjumma can I have a beer?" the ahjumma stared at her, "Oh not for her but for me."

I began to laugh at the conversation held between my unni and the ahjumma, almost to the point of hiccuping, but of course she didn't find it amusing.

"Aigoo. Dongseng is already drunk, isn't she?" she spoke slowly as I nodded my head and continued to poke at the ddukbokki. 

"Unni how'd you find me?" She looked at me with a blank stare and followed me by poking at the ddukbokki. "Yah Park Shin Hye!"

But she didn't respond though when the ahjumma finally came with her beer she smiled.

"So...?"

"It was obvious that you would come here. Especially after making a scene like that." she simply said while taking a gulp of beer. "Why'd you have to run away like that, Hwayoung-ah?"

I froze. I knew she was aware for my feelings for Minhyuk but I just couldn't come up with a good explanation. Of course with one look she knew it too.

"It's okay, you don't have to respond. Let's just continue eating but no more drinking, okay? How many beers have you had tonight? Two? Three?"

"I believe five, so far." the ahjumma passed by our table, replacing the old plate of ddukbokki with a new plate, "I'm surprised that she hasn't started to hallucinate or try to flirt with those ahjussis." I giggled at the ahjumma's comment, recalling the earlier instance of imagining the food talking to me.

"Ah." Shin Hye nodded, "I guess I should call for someone to pick you up then." I shook my head in protest, seemingly knowing who she would call.

"Unni! My house is only a block away!"

"But there are creepy ahjussis from here to there! I can't let my dongseng drunkingly walk in to the arms of one of those creeps, especially for the fact that she has work tomorrow too!" I pouted at her comment because it was true. I wasn't just there at Minhyuk's scene just for support but in fact I was in charge of wardrobe coordination for the whole cast of Heartstrings. Usually I needed to show up by 6 am but because of late filming my call time would be at 10 am and I definitely needed all the time to recover from this episode.

While Shin Hye dialed whomever would be responsible for taking me home I happily finished the bottle of beer and the new plate of ddukbokki. In the meantime I stared at the empty streets of Seoul and began to think of Minhyuk again, ignoring all the events of tonight of course. I couldn't help but smile at the vision of him, before he debuted. He and I were so happy and he shined brighter than any star that I have seen. Where did those days go?

"Hwayoung-ah I'm gonna go now, okay?" Shin Hye spoke up, causing me to snap back into reality, "Someone is going to pick you up so stay right here. I'll talk to you tomorrow when you're sober and not distracted by either food or drink." she finished and kissed my head before waving goodbye. As I watched her leave I saw that she went to the ahjumma and gave her a large sum of money and whispered something into her ear, with the ahjumma snickering and both of them bowing at the end of their conversation. Although I would've protested for Shin Hye paying for me, it seemed that everyone knew I was too drunk enough to do anything about it.

Eventually after Shin Hye's departure I could tell I wasn't going to be able to wait up for my . Slowly my eyelids became heavy and my posture lessened to the point of collapsing onto the plastic table in front of me. Though I can say that the last thing before I fully passed out I could tell that whomever picked me up was warm and carried me from the roadside bar to my home.

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone that has read/subscribed/commented! Please continue to do so and I will happily continue writing constantly. :) I began this story like this because I feel like this usually doesn't happen so soon and it was definitely a challenge because I have never written in 1st person truthfully because I never like expressing feelings through the main character's view. I hope it was okay! Should I even continue writing in 1st person or should I just go back to 3rd? Aigoo... I'm just too paranoid. Don't mind me. Hehe! Alright well I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and anticipate the next chapter coming soon!