I was worried for my dormmate. No, not the shortest shortie. It's the second shortest shortie. She was acting weird earlier. And when i asked her what's wrong, she only shook her head with the sad-look-like-a-lost-puppy eyes. How can she expect me to not worry seeing her in that state. Once we got back to the dorm, i immediately changed my clothes into more homey comfortable clothes and then go to her room.

"Taeyeon-ah, naya (it's me)." I tried to open the door of her room but it's locked.

"Wait." She replied with her weak voice from inside the room. If i didn't know any better, i'll think that she's sick. But i know she's perfectly healthy. It's just she need to eat and rest more. That's it.

Soon enough i heard the 'click' sounds when she unlocked the door and open it for me. This kid, she hasn't remove her make up and still wearing her previous clothes. She didn't even bother to turn on the lamp in her room and let the room engulfed by the darkness. She always like this whenever she has something in mind. Rather than trying to be happy and forget the problem, she prefer to let herself drowning in the pain and her overthinkness. Listen to sad songs just to make her feel sadder? As if she's enjoying the pain. Guess she's actually a masochist.

"Yah, erase your make up first and also change your clothes." I dragged her to the in front of her closet.

"Yes, ma'am." She sarcasticly replied but still obey my orders.

Soon enough she come back with her clean bare face and homey clothes. She wears a white v-neck t-shirt with black shorts. She looks fresher this way.

"Now spill. What is it?" Taeyeon raised one of her eyebrows, as if asking what the heck i'm talking about.

"Eish. The thing that bothering you. I know there is something so don't even try to hide it from me. Spill it or another silent treatment for you. And this time will be longer i tell you." I try to threatened her. I inwardly smirk when i see the worries in her eyes. Surely she didn't want to have me ignoring her again.

"Fine. I'll tell you." She sighed in defeat while i'm happily laughing in my head, celebrating my 'winning'.

"Good choice you made there, Taeyeon Kim."

"Whatever Miss Hwang."

"So?"

"*sigh* the fans didn't like my new haircut, Fany-ah."

"Me neither." I frankly said.

"YAH!" She slapped my arm quite hard and glared at me.

"Ouch! What?!" I glared back at her.

"You should consoled me or something. Saying good things th