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just give me a minute"You ing-"
"Let me explain-"
"No!" Jessica spat, "This is not going to be another round of excuses-excuses-excuses. DId the shooting running over time again? Another dinner with the director? Publicity event?'
Heechul opened his mouth, but Jessica shot him down with a glare that melted any words he had planned. "You can have friends. Hell, I don't even care if you wanna skip a date to hang out with them because god knows, there's some days I wanna do the same. But do not lie to me so you can hang out at bars all night. You know what's missing from this relationship? Come back when you figure it out."
Tossing her newly-dyed chestnut locks over a shoulder, she slamed her aparment door in his face.
Drinking really isn't her thing, but after a successful runway, there really wasn't much choice about celebrating. The club in Seoul, complete with a balding bouncer and a flashy, gold-plated entrance, had been completely overwhelming the first time she came, but by now, it was just the same old- dimly lit seating, psychedelic dancefloor, and a bartender that knew she only drank alcohol when making stupid decisions.
It was rowdy tonight- the twenty-some models added to the fray don't help with the crowding and word is that the cast of some movie is in the fray as well.
Jessica glanced around for Yoona, but she seemed to have disappeared. She scanned through the room, brow furrowed, until spotting Yoona slinking up to some man in a gray button down. Another woman sat at his side, looking up at him throuh her eyelashes, not that it would faze Yoona, who had a competitive streak longer than a catwalk. The man in question is attractive enough, with black bangs and an easy smile and eyes nice enough to fall into. But man- aren't really her type, she snorts. That's Yoona's territory.
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