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advil

She felt her head pounding like a muted drum. 

Moonbyul stood and stretched. Everything became clear once she opened her eyes, and she looked around. Where am I? She turned her head, scratching it. There were white blinds, and the paint on the wall, which was peeling off in many spots, was a dark green. She was fully dressed except for her shoes. "Where did I-" 

As she turned, she met a sleeping beauty. No. It was the sleeping beauty. Her hair swept over her face, blonde. She was on her stomach, but her head was turned toward her, her arm acting as a pillow. 

Yongsun. 

"Damn it." Most of it came back. The bar, dancing, singing, uber, roommate, and puke. 

She sat on the bed taking a deep breath, shaking her head. Nothing happened. They were both fully clothed. "Everything is fine. Friends share beds..." She whispered. But with such a beautiful one?

Moonbyul took a deep breath, brushing her hair back and walking out. She continued to repeat that nothing happened, but something deep in both her heart and brain told her something did. She looked at the couch seeing Yongsun's roommate. She looked up, her black hair swinging.

"Oh, M-Moonbyul," she stood and bowed politely. She gulped, "Uh, oh, sorry. W-would you like some coffee? Food? Sunglasses," she winced, "Should I be quiet?" 

Moonbyul chuckled, opening her mouth to speak, but a raspy one spoke in her place. "How about an Advil?" Yongsun walked to Moonbyul's side, glancing at her with a smile. 

Hwasa rolled her eyes, "Fine," she chirped up as she turned Moonbyul, "You too?"

"Yeah, thank you."

"How'd you sleep?" Yongsun hummed, sitting down on one of the kitchen stools. She grabbed an apple and a knife, beginning to cut it. 

"Good, you?" Moonbyul watched her cut each slice. 

"Slept like a damn baby," she grabbed a cup of coffee, and Hwasa handed her an Advil. She also handed one to Moonbyul as well. 

The younger chuckled softly then looked at the time, "Oof, I have to go," Moonbyul sighed. She stood up, popping the pill in her mouth, grounding it with a cup of water. "Thanks for the hospitality."

Yongsun stood up too, "Let's do it again, shall we?"

"Mm," Moonbyul nodded and walked toward her, awkwardly trying to hug her, but it ended up being a pat on a shoulder.

When she walked out, Hwasa had one thing to say. "Damn, that was some big sexual tension."

"Oh shush."

...

Like an Advil, rapping takes the pain away. Just as much as dancing. 

Though, also like Advil, it had side effects. "Stop, stop, STOP!" Her manager yelled, grinding her teeth, "You're doing it all wrong! Now, from the top."

Moonbyul took a quick sip of water, "Okay," she rasped, shaking her arms. Then she started again, moving her legs like they were on ice. She sighed.

"Good, but..." She continued about how she wanted to change some things. Kim Jinae was her manager who always wanted to change something. "You got it? Because you should. Our next concert is all the way in Brazil. We have to give them an amazing performance."

A backup dancer, Seulgi, stepped forward. "I'm sorry, but Byul always gives it her best. She does better than best."

Moonbyul glanced at her friend, mouthing, 'thanks.' 

'No problem.'

The black-haired girl pulled her hair back, pulling it into a ponytail. There was a reason that she continued. 

If one doesn't take an Advil, their migraine continues. An Advil hides pain, covers it up. 

...

Yongsun fiddled with her pencil. The wind brushed her hair. It was the middle of summer but there was a chill in the air. The last thing she remembered from last night was leaving the bar. But she did remember having the best time. 

She glanced to the store beside her, seeing a woman in a hat. The familiar sense she got drew her into the store. The woman wore black sunglasses. She was in baggy red, black, and white clothes.   

The girl turned and met the blonde's face. "Yongsun?" 

The voice made the elder smile, but it faded when another woman came out of the dressing room. She was slim and tall and she had short, curly black hair.  She wore a yellow dress and a jean jacket over it. Yongsun gulped, standing straight up. 

"Oh, Seulgi, this is Yongsun." She turned, raising her brows. Seulgi quietly nodded, her lips shaping into an 'O'. "Yongsun, Seulgi. She's a backup singer and dancer for me."

"Hi," Yongsun bowed, "I should continue, you two continue." She bit her lip, pushing her hair back. 

A soft touch pulled her back, "Wait, unnie, there is something we should talk about." 

The woman looked up, and she nodded at the black-haired girl. Yongsun stared at her. Is it possible for me to be turned on by this woman? 

"I'll call you." Moonbyul winked and walked out, Seulgi following. 

The blonde smiled and shook her head. 

"Excuse me, can I have some Advils?" 

The woman at the desk nodded, going under the counter and grabbing some. "You look familiar. You were at the bar yesterday, weren't you?" She chewed her gum, dragging her sunglasses down. 

Yongsun blinked, "Yeah..."

"Yeah, you're friends with Byul!" Yongsun nodded and grabbed her wallet. "Oh, no honey. On the house. Any friends of Byul's a friend of mine." She smiled, holding her hand out, "Wheein. My name's Wheein."