"Hey taetae"
"Hey jungkookie"
"you were drinking aren't you?" I stayed silent at his question. He was my best friend since childhood ,more like a brother, he knew everything about me.
"Come on jungkook its been 2 years, you are wasting your talent and ur passion, please stop it and face the reality.
" I don't care taehyung, I have enough money and fame , but it never buy me my happiness and I can't paint any more".
"Well first you should first stop using alcohol"
I rolled my eyes at his statement.
"U don't don't understand it's not about my drinking habit" I close my eyes
"I know, you have to get over from her memories "
"Its not that easy tae "I roll my palm into fist, so many memories were flowing in my mind.
"Ah.. by the way I called you because next week I'm conducting an exhibition of my paintings at the Art hall you must come"
"Tae...I"
"I'm not taking a no as an answer jungkook "
"Fine I will come" I know there is no escape from him. We hung up the call.
