in which a normal girl transfers into a prestigious, private performing arts school in South Korea. Where she encounters an elite clique of dashing, popular high-achievers and finds love.
and did I say normal? I meant to say unusual, mainly because...
- I know, I know. It's been a month, my bad. Welcome Back 🥺
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I declined his call for the third time before taking the opportunity to turn off my phone, which was something I should done after reading his multiple messages.
"Ma'am..." I cut off Sungjae who was most likely going to warn me about turning off my phone by placing my finger out and raising the shot glass to my lips.
I swallowed before sighing loudly after slamming the shot glass down on the table.
"Another round?" The bartender who was only interested in making more money asked me, despite me being drunk.
Before I could answer, Sungjae does. "No, that's all. Thank you." I turn facing the man who was hired to babysit me.
I sigh once again, "I can speak for myself, you know.." I trail off.
He nods, "I am well aware of your ability to speak, Ma'am. But you are also drunk and are not thinking straight. Don't you think it's time to go home." He suggests causing me to let out a laugh.
"Home?" He nods at my question, not seeing where I was going with this.
Home, such a family place and name, but yet... I didn't have one. I don't remember the last time I was able to call a place a home.
"Where exactly is that, Sungjae? W-what home? My dorm where the people I live with think they can decide what I do with my life? Or, or or the penthouse, your boss fucks me in. Oh, or maybe you're talking about the house your boss bought so we can raise my dead baby in?" I ask him, my words slurring after each other.
He looks at me unsure how to respond to the questions, meaning he was silent causing me to continue. "See, maybe he doesn't pay you enough to care but I don't have a home. I never..... had a home." I say.
Think about it... 6 years ago when my left me for money, whose house was I at all the time?
He sigh, "Ma'am, I did not try to upset you in anyway. I just meant that you should stop drinking because you could get sick. If you don't want to go there, is there somewhere you want me to take you?" He asks me.
I was already sick. Sick of thinking. Sick of caring. Sick of wondering what the hell are him and I even doing? Before I could say anything his phone began to ring, I watch as he answers the phone.
"Yes, sir."
I rolled my eyes, knowing already who he was talking to.
"She's right next to me as we speak, sir" "No, sir." "I did try to inform her but..." "Alright sir"
He pulls the phone away from his ear before motioning it towards me. "He would like to speak to you." He tells me.
He should've liked to speak to me earlier this morning before I left China.
