Amira, a twenty three year old introvert and a doctor, takes a trip oversees to watch her favourite boy group Seventeen perform live. An unfortunately turn of events at the concert force her to extend her trip a little more than a week.
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"So this was the photo shoot?" I asked Yuna and she nodded. I looked down at the multiple printed out pictures of Mingyu and Nayeon posing for Louis Vuitton in my hand. I picked out the Nayeon ones and gave it back to Yuna.
"Yah I worked hard on this one. She was especially cranky." She said and I was moderately pissed because Yuna had forgot to mention her Jeju trip to me where she was doing make up for Nayeon.
I flipped through pictures of Mingyu and it made me feel a certain kind of way.
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"What's his problem with going shirtless? Does he not have abs?" Yuna said and I smirked.
"He's got it all." I mumbled and earned a teasing look from Yuna along with a poke from the lady who was doing my nails. Then I remembered how he had almost been in a plane crash that evening and I sighed. That day was actually better than my last two weeks, I thought to myself.
"You would know." Yuna said and I just hoped the nail artist wasn't listening to our conversation through her AirPods. I kicked Yuna's leg and her nail lady gave me a polite "can you go fuck yourself" look. I whispered a sorry to her and she went back to working.
Yuna had been spending some time with me ever since Mingyu broke up with me. It wasn't the break up that worried her more than how I had reacted to it on the first day, which was drink till I felt like my stomach would explode and the next day I had somehow ended up in Daniel's apartment with Daniel actually missing when I woke up. Fortunately he didn't bring it up when he saw me at work that day.
But, unfortunately for Yuna, the next day was even worse when I decided to go clubbing with some random co workers who were probably my seniors. I also passed out on the dance floor, mostly because I was drunk and the other possibility being that I was exhausted from dancing for four hours straight.
I got to hear a lot from Yuna the next day because apparently she had no choice but to call Daniel for help because she couldn't carry me out by herself and couldn't find a cab willing to take us at 4am. Daniel came right away and they struggled with forcing me to drink water because I kept screaming "I want to die" on the stairs leading to the club. Daniel even has a video of it on his phone.
Fortunately for Yuna, she had to work full time for the next few days which meant that I wouldn't give her any more trouble. But unfortunately, for Daniel, it meant that he would need to step in.
Daniel pulled me out of about seven clubs in the next three days and got me home safe and sound. I had been a complete mess and he had not once asked me to stop because he told me "if this is your way of venting then do it well" which sat right with me. But one of these days he had said something like "if this is the only way she would get over that dick, then I'm game" and I couldn't remember who he was talking to.
It had been a blur. Pictures of Mingyu didn't effect me anymore. Mostly because I wasn't looking at any until Yuna tested me with his Jeju shoot pictures. I really didn't feel a thing. Was it because I was still hungover from last night? Was my brain deciding to give me a break after all?
