Number Twenty-Five (Chaelisa ver.)

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"It's been just over two weeks now... since fashion designer, Chaeyoung Park, has been accused of allegedly sleeping with a high school student. The fashion designer has yet to make a statement. Could she be guilty?" The news reporter dragged on. "Find out more after the break."

Chaeyoung knew she shouldn't watch the trashy news right now, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. She needed to hear what was going on in the media, even though none of it was good.

She knew it was going to be a problem that she was coming back to Melbourne empty-handed. Chaeyoung felt like she failed. She had one job and was certain she wasn't going to stop until she got Woosung to tell her how he found them out. Chaeyoung hadn't admitted to anything yet and she was going to keep it that way.

They could say whatever they wanted, but as of right now, they had no proof. She was dreading the day, Woosung might come out with evidence and hoped she could talk to him before it happened.

Dara decided to stay in Seoul, Chaeyoung was going back tomorrow evening. The break was what Dara needed and Chaeyoung let her stay at her penthouse.

It also gave her a little bit of freedom to collect her thoughts. She didn't know how many times she'd replayed Lisa's words in her head. She felt like they were falling apart and it was all her fault.

Chaeyoung growled at the TV as images of her kept flashing on the screen, each one with a new headline. Chaeyoung buried her head in her hands and just stayed like that. There wasn't much she could do.

Anything she did, just reminded her of Lisa.

As the news reporter kept going on about the situation, Chaeyoung stood up, her hands clenched at her sides.

"You can't prove anything!" Chaeyoung yelled at the screen. She knew it was childish and she was completely losing her mind, but it made her feel better.

"If this is true, this could potentially damage Chaeyoung Park's entire career, especially after just getting promoted to boss."

"You know nothing about our relationship, so why don't you just shut up!" Chaeyoung yelled again, this time, tears slipping out of her eyes. She didn't even bother wiping them. "Why can't you just leave it alone?!"

Chaeyoung grabbed the remote off the coffee table and chucked it across the room, it landed just a few centimeters above the TV.

Chaeyoung's chest was heaving, as tears spilled out of her eyes, but she felt lighter. There was a slight dent in the wall, but Chaeyoung thought it was all worth it.

She walked over to her TV to grab the remote before turning it off. She figured she had enough heartache for one day. She walked around her apartment, turning off all her lights and blowing out her candles. She slipped on her favorite pajamas before washing her face and heading over to her bed.

Just as she was about to slide under the covers to go to bed, she heard a slight knock on her door. She hoped it wasn't anyone trying to get a comment. Her phone had been ringing non-stop and all Chaeyoung wanted to do was go to sleep. She was exhausted with everything that was going on.

Chaeyoung hoped if she stayed quiet enough, whoever was at her door would leave. She knew it couldn't be Lisa, and she wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone else.

But the knocking didn't stop. If anything, it got louder. Chaeyoung thought briefly for a second, that it could be the cops, in which she really would try and make a run for it.

Chaeyoung knew it wasn't going to stop and had to drag herself to her front door. She unlocked it before throwing it open without a care.

"Who the hell–" Chaeyoung was getting ready to give the person a piece of her mind, but halted when she saw who was in front of her.