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Sana

I found an excuse that I went on a vacation to Japan and ignored him for a week. I was just upset for a bit that he seemed to have read my message but purposely ignored me. I turned off my personal phone and ignored him for a while now.

Everyone went on a vacation after we spent a whole day with the family of the Korean members. Except Tzuyu, she was sleeping soundly so we let her rest that day. Right now, I heard that she is in a vacation in America.

Me and the other Japanese members went back to our home towns. I will return to south Korea with Momo a little earlier than Mina. She said that she still have to visit some distant relatives and will go to Texas with her parents.

I spent ten days in my home town which is Osaka while Momo spent ten days in Kyotonabi, and Mina is in Kyoto. I informed Momo in advance that I will meet her in Tokyo and spend a day there then we will go back to South Korea together.

We spend time shopping, and enjoying the scenery around for a day then we returned to South Korea. As usual we were greeted by fans and press when we arrived at the airport. And we choose to interact with our fans then ignore the media.

Our manager assisted us until we arrived at the apartment building where our dorm is located. "Miss Sana, someone left you a package here, but we haven't seen you for a while and can only hand this over to you now." the receptionist called me while we were on the way.

"Please take my bag to the dorm along with Momo, she is sometimes clumsy and needs assistance." I told our manager before going to the reception area. He nodded his head as I handed my luggage.

I followed the receptionist to their desk then she handed me a box that was carefully wrapped in a light purple wrapper and there was an attached note that I have not read yet. I received it with thanks and was about to leave when the receptionist stopped me.

"Also miss, someone wants to talk to you in the private receiving room." she told me that made me curious. "Who might it be?" I asked her. "Didn't state the name miss, I'm sorry. I was not the one in duty when she arrived. I was only asked to relay the information."

She told me honestly. "No worries, just point out to me which room the guest is waiting." I told her as she told me the private receiving area number. I went there while bringing the box with me, I am guessing that this might be a gift.

I knocked on the door to indicate that I was on the door already, so when I heard the come in words, I immediately opened the door to get in. Then closed the door behind me because I am guessing there might be a serious conversation to go on for a guest to wait for me in a private receiving area.

"Hi, you were looking for me?" I asked the person inside with a bright smile. It was a girl who was waiting for me in the room. I feel like I have seen her somewhere but I completely forgotten where.

"Twice's Sana, I am Jae In... We probably haven't met before but I wanted to talk to you with an important matter... Before that please take a seat, this may take a while." she told me as I obliged immediately and took a seat in front of her.

"What's with the serious atmosphere?" I asked awkwardly because I don't know why the air suddenly feels heavy and stuffy all of a sudden. Like there would something quite bad will happen today and my intuition tells me so.

"Like I said,I wanted to talk to you about a serious matter that's why I used my resources to find out where you are staying." she said as I just bobbed my head to the side waiting for her to continue talking.

She took a deep breath like she was gathering enough strength to talk to me. She keep doing that for a while and I was just waiting for her holding the box in my lap waiting for her to start talking after gathering courage.

"I know your relationship with BTS member Jungkook. I won't release this news along with some of your proof photos as long as you do me a favor." she told me that made me frown, is she a crazy fan or something?

She handed me a photograph, it seems like taken from outside of a restaurant near a window. Although the quality was low, it was clear enough to see two people talking while the woman's hand was on top of the man's hand. And I recognize them both as Kook and this woman.

"This photo was taken last December 29 after their schedule. We meet to talk about rekindling our love. I was his girlfriend before you we dated for almost two years before I left the country to study because of my parent's wish...

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We didn't really break up, now that I came back already I decided to get back together with him. We still love each other after all. And our love is strong, you know the date right? It means, I mean more to him since he meet me that day instead of you. And I am his first love, I love him before you do." she told me that made me stunned.

"He was just toying with you, he is known as international play boy after all... He only loves me and sees me in his eyes. So, if you don't want to be known as a relationship breaker and a third party you know what to do... After all, my family has contact with media and media play will be as easy as it could be for me."

She added, I on the other hand placed back the photo in her hand. "Thank you for telling me this information in advance. You seemed to be bold enough so go ahead and get your man. Tell him too to stop bothering me in the future."

I told her with a firm tone as I stand up from the seat and turn to leave the room while holding the box in my hand. When I closed the door behind me, I felt a hot stream of tears flowing in my eyes.

I just wiped them hastily and run away to the elevator and immediately pressed the buttons to our floor. When I arrived at the door of our dorm, I immediately opened it and run to our room.

I throw the box to the side and jumped to my bed while burying my face in the process while sobbing hard. What did I do to deserve this tears? Did I deceive people that made them want to deceive me too? I asked myself while I let my tears stream down my face.

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