- CHAPTER 1 -

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"You haven't really forgotten them yet, have you?" A woman leans on the door of my office room. She's Shuhua, my secretary and my childhood bestfriend.


I quickly wipe the tears on my face, but I think it's no use since she already caught me sobbing. I walk to the couch and sit. Shuhua's coming towards me.


"No, something hit my eyes, so I cried." What a stupid reason to say.


"I've watched it too in my room, that's why I'm coming here." She said while handed me a tissue and tapping my back. She's the only one who knows me well. I don't have to tell her what I feel, she knew everything.


"Yeah.. I don't know how it feels because I never know your previous 'world' works, but just seeing you like this all the time makes me wonder now."


I remain silent, because once I talk I'll surely burst into tears again.


"Ssshh.. It's okay if you miss them, they're part of your memories anyway."


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I throw my body to the bed. Scrolling down the screen of my phone. Twice's comeback news is in everywhere. I decided to turn it off. I'm staring at the photos hanging in the wall. It reminds me of my past.



I was one of the members. A happy one, being the maknae of the group made me happier than ever. The unnies took care of me nicely, especially Jihyo unnie, the leader, the one who was in charged to answer the reporter's questions this morning.


After I left South Korea, I came back to Taiwan. I was chosen as CEO of my family's company by my grandparents. I didn't reject it but I wasn't really interested either. I'm just trying to keep myself busy with my new life, trying to forget my life as an idol. Turned out that this job suited me so well.


To be honest, I miss my unnies too, so much that I can't take it all by myself. I often cried for no reason. I stopped contacting them right after my arrival in Taiwan, in order to forget everything. And it's been two years I haven't communicated with them, even though they have tried several times to find my number.

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