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Others would think Kim Heejung who's lacking in emotions, has everything... but perhaps not everything. Everything meant differently from the girl who was deprived of the only thing she was passionate about. As if it wasn't th...
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"Good evening, friends!"
Everyone in the venue turned their attention to the stage when they heard Hyunggi speak through a mic. His lips stretched into a smile before he continued.
"Thank you all for coming tonight. Let's not waste the night and start!"
The emcee took it from there and began the program proper. Heejung and Myunghui did not stay put the entire time, instead roaming around with their drinks in hand that made it impossible for Heejung not to get a little tipsy.
Myunghui snatched it from her hand. "That's enough. The highlight of the evening hasn't come yet, and we don't want you getting drunk before it."
Myunghui led her to a round table to rest their feet from walking around too much. Resting her cheek against her hand that was on top of the table, Heejung rolled her eyes up in daze.
"I don't think I can make it later sober."
Her friend could only sigh at her words, stroking her back as she looked for a waiter to pass their way to ask for water. She spotted one about to walk in their direction when a familiar face came first.
"Woojin?"
The lad turned to Myunghui upon hearing someone call his name. Grinning, he went to where the two girls stood by, noticing the surprisingly tipsy Heejung leaning against the table, looking back at him with heavy hooded eyes.
"What a surprise. What are you doing here?" Myunghui said, going in for a casual hug with the younger who simply smiled.
"I was invited."
Bewildered, the latter gasped. "Really? Who did?"
"Her mom." He pointed at Heejung whose eyes rounded in surprise when his reply registered in her brain. "Do you happen to know where Mrs. Kim is?"
"Wait, my mom really invited you? Why?"
Woojin shrugged.
The 19-year-old lass released a sigh. "Well, that's odd. Anyway, Eomma could still be inside. Just look for her."
"Okay." The boy momentarily bids them goodbye before turning to the entrance of their house. As soon as he was far enough, Myunghui spoke in a doubtful tone.
"Why would your mom invite him here, like, right on this event?"
"Is your offer still open?" Heejung rolled her eyes up to meet Myunghui's suspecting ones. "It hasn't even started," she grunted.
She picked up her wine glass but Myunghui highly disapproved, reaching to grab the glass from her friend's grip until another hand took it from Heejung's grasp.
"I swear you're turning into an alcoholic."
A baritone voice resounded right next to Heejung's ear, causing her to whip her head back to meet his gentle orbs, their faces inches away from each other.
