(Unidentified POV)

Looking at my watch I could see that it is almost 2 am. Before my eyes I see Kwon Hwayoung peacefully sleeping on the red plastic table provided by the roadside bar. Looking at the multiple bottles of beer and the unfinished plate of ddukbokki I could conclude that she has been here for a while, which makes me laugh.

When Hwayoung had stormed out of the set of Heartstrings the air was tense and heavily awkward. No one seemed to expect that she would react that way and no one seemed to know what to do afterwards, even those that knew her best like I did, so we initially moved on from the situation as if it didn't happen-- keeping in mind that it was still a problem. After concluding filming for the night it was decided that Shin Hye would go search for her first before anyone else. Everyone made sure to keep their eyes out for her and their phones close in case for a call. It wasn't until an hour or so later until we got word though I was shocked when I was the one that received the call.

"Could you please pick her up? She's a mess. A bigger one than anyone would expect." Shin Hye sighed.

"Why are you calling me? Why don't you just get Minhyuk to do it? She'd probably want him more than anyone else."

I could hear Shin Hye scoff at my question, "Babo! That would be the worst thing to do. He hurt her... why would she want to see his face after that?" I nodded at the logic she provided and then groaned.

"Okay, fine. Where is she?"

Now I stand before her, blankly staring at her. I didn't know how to approach the situation because I've never been told to pick up a drunk girl from a roadside bar and take her home without her even knowing. Scratching my head I finally concluded that the best way would be carrying her home.

Though here's a note to myself: Next time you are sent to pick a drunk person home, take your car, no matter how short or far the distance is.

"Yah!" I felt someone smack me in the . Ouch. "... are you the babo that made this girl crazy?"

I turned around to see an ahjumma with an angry look in her eyes. In one hand she held a couple bottles of beer and in the other she held a bamboo stick.

"Ah no... you've got it all wrong ahjumma. You see I'm he--"

"Aigoo! Don't lie to me boy! Why would you cause this poor young girl to drink herself to sleep?!"

"B-but ahjumma! I'm just her friend!" I waved my hands in protest, "I'm just here to pick her up. You see my friend and I are very close to her and my friend couldn't stay with her because she has to go into work earlier than me tomorrow and she sent me here to get and ..." I felt like I was talking myself in circles and not making any progress with the ahjumma. I couldn't help but sigh and admit in defeat.

"Aish... just get her out of here. I can't stand looking at her like this." the ahjumma stared at Hwayoung lovingly.

"Okay ahjumma." I smiled and then realized I needed to pay for Hwayoung's stuff. I searched around for my wallet in a panic but then I felt another pain in my . It was the ahjumma again. Though this time she was smiling and snickering at me.

"It's ok boy. Your friend already paid for her." I sighed in relief. Looking again at Hwayoung's table there must have been at least a whole day's worth of meals in the bottles of beer alone. I know that I am a good friend but I'm not sure that I'm so good enough to give up a lot of money over a heartache.

Once the ahjumma had acknowledge my purpose she had excused herself to go and wait on other tables, leaving me alone with Hwayoung once again. I felt like I had wasted so much time that I didn't even bother waking her at this point. In one fellow swoop I picked Hwayoung from her chair and carried her body over my shoulder. Sure she was heavy but it was almost 2:30 and I needed to get her home soon.

(Kwon Hwayoung's POV)

"Ugh." I moaned as my alarm clock screeched in my ear,with the red numbers blinking simultaneously. It was like my clock was teasing me, ruining my sweet dreams and calling me back into reality. Looking at my clock again I saw it was only 7 am. I groaned.

"Ah. You're finally awake." a voice rang out from nowhere. I shot up from my bed and furiously searched my bedroom for the voice.

Then I saw him.

"Good morning~!" he sung happily, a goofy smile placed on his soft face. I quickly fell back into my bed, hiding under the covers as if I were a child.

While underneath my sheets many questions were flying through my head: why is he here, how did he get here, how did I even get here and more. The events of last night were all a blur and on top of that my head began to hurt like crazy. I honestly didn't know what to do.

Wait. What if this is just a dream? Maybe I should just close my eyes and go back to sleep. Yeah, let's try that.

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"Hwayoung-ah~ I'm hungry." Minhyuk sweetly whined, wrapping his arms around my waist, obviously acting like nothing from last night ever happened. I turned and gave him a blank stare. That's right Minhyuk I'm not going to succumb to your cuteness.

"Go make your own breakfast oppa."

"But you know I don't know how to do so! Please!" he continued acting cute and my head continued to ache even more. I don't know what's worse him or this hangover.

We continued to stay in this position for what seemed like forever; he kept holding me while I stared at him, refusing to give in to his cuteness. If it wasn't for the fact that this has happened in the past I may have let my guard down a little and enjoy this moment, but no, that would not happen since we're in this situation.

"Yah. Kwon Hwayoung." he spoke, "I need to tell you something." I blinked.

"I'm sorry about last night. I truly am."

Don't believe him, Hwayoung, at least not that easily. I thought.

He placed his hand on my cheek, "And I was so worried about you enough that I took you home last night." I felt my face burn up for a bit.

"R-really?" I stammered and he smiled. His face inched closer to mine.

"You're the one I want, Hwayoung."

It felt like time began to slow down at that point. The gap between our faces began to decrease to the point where his eyes were the only thing I could see. I could feel what would happen next so I closed my eyes.

And then it hit me.

"YAH KWON HWAYOUNG!" a voice roared in my ear. My alarm clock was blaring and the red numbers spelled out 7:30 am.

I was dreaming. What I thought was Kang Minhyuk was instead a pillow and his voice was actually Jung Yonghwa. Though of all things that was indeed real was my headache. Sigh.

"Aish. Stop yelling oppa!" I rose out of my bed for real. Yonghwa stood adjacent to my bed and held out some pills and a glass of water. I smiled. "It's like you read my mind."

"No." he said, "I'm just genie for you girl."

I couldn't help but snicker at his remark, obviously referring to his ex-virtual wife Seohyun (who by the way is very nice), and happily took his offerings. With one fellow swoop I took the pills and drank the water and handed my glass back Yonghwa. Walking past the elder boy I went to my bathroom, with him following close by. The first thing I did was look at my reflection. Boy, I was a mess.

"Yeah you definitely look like a mess" Yonghwa piped up, reading my mind again, "But not as bad as last night. You should ask Shin Hye about it when you get to work later."

I groaned. I forgot about work. Actually I practically forgot everything but that isn't the point.

"I don't want to go."

"No you're going."

"But oppa~!" I whined, clinging onto his shirt. "I'm hungover~"

He chuckled and began walking to my kitchen and I followed him. "Oppa!"

"I'm well aware you are hungover since I was the one that brought you home last night. By the way you should really lose some wei-- oww!" I playfully punched him.

"Thanks oppa." I dryly said. He simply glared at me.

"That hurt."

"You're a big boy now, get over it."

"Well you're a big girl now, get over Minhyuk!" he retaliated, probably speaking before thinking. With his words my eyes began to water and I turned away from him. A split second later he realized the impact of his words.

"Look... Hwayoung I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Silence followed.

"Hwayoung-ah?" he poked at my back for a response, "I'll just go. I'm sorry if I hurt you. You can just stay home for today, I'll tell the other noonas about it, okay?" I simply nodded.

"I'll bring you some food later. Rest, okay? Feel better."

Watching him leave I kept replaying his words in my head. He was right. I needed to get over Minhyuk.

But... how?

Author's Note: Aigoo... This took so long! I meant to post it two days ago but I got distracted. Sorry! Anyways I bet you guys thought that Minhyuk carried her home. Nope! Not that easy. Haha. Anyways thanks for everyone subscribing and commenting. Keep doing that! It provides so much more inspiration for me. Keke. I promise to get the next chapter up quicker than this one~ Happy reading!

ps. Is it so wrong for me to have the temptation to start another fanfic while this one is going on? I don't know... opinions? Haha. :P